I heard my father say that Jiang Shang was his master. I was curious and asked my father if his master was dead and how he gave him the robe.
"He is dead!" Dad's voice sounded a little sad. "He left all the things he wanted to give me in a jar and put them in the basement of my house."
"Is there an underground palace under that tower?" I asked my father in surprise.
"It's not an underground palace, it's a basement. There is a portrait of Master and a jar inside. Inside the jar are the letters he left for me and the things he wanted to teach me. This dress is placed under the portrait." Dad replied.
"I also left you a letter?" I became even more curious, "What about that letter?"
"I burned the letter after reading it, and almost stopped lighting my hair." Dad smiled sheepishly.
"What about the portrait? Did you bring it out?" I asked Dad again.
"The portrait is carved on the wall, and I can't take it out." Dad said and scratched his hair in distress.
"So what you gave Xiaohong was also something your master gave you?" I asked curiously.
"Giving it to him is no different from giving it to you." Dad came closer to me and said mysteriously: "That's for your son."
Unexpectedly, my father suddenly mentioned this, and my face felt hot. I lifted up the dark blue robe and shook it.
Water droplets rolled down from the robe, like dewdrops from a lotus leaf.
The entire robe is dark blue, and if you look carefully at the vertical and horizontal golden threads on it, it vaguely resembles a Bagua pattern. If you look at it again against the light, it also seems to be threaded with a dragon and leaping tiger pattern, as if it is about to jump out.
The robe just picked up from the water looked heavy, but it felt like nothing in my hands. There was not a drop of water on it, and it was still dry.
"It looks good, it looks great after washing it!" My father happily took the golden silkworm cloak from my hand, temporarily put the crystal statue down, and happily put the golden silkworm cloak back on his body.
The moment I put the robe on, all the looming golden threads on it disappeared, and I seemed to hear a roar of dragons and tigers in my ears.
The dark blue robe turned into an inconspicuous black robe that looked like cotton and linen.
It just looks much cleaner and smoother than before. The hem swings gently in the wind, and with my father's full head of silver hair, it actually has a very fairy-like air.
If what my father told me is true, I wonder if Jiang Shang looked like this when he put on this robe and commanded thousands of troops to attack Yin Zhou more than three thousand years ago.
Since I was preoccupied with taking my father away from that place at that time, I did not go to see the basement my father mentioned. If it were true, could Jiang Shang's real bones be buried in southern Yunnan?
Or maybe it's just a training ground for him.
It is a pity that the Huaxu Realm has been completely destroyed and can no longer be verified.
What’s surprising is that Jiang Shang’s deduction skills, dating back more than 3,000 years, have made everything clear to us and my father when we entered his realm of Huaxu.
Even after thousands of years, he still accepted my father as his apprentice, gave him a golden silkworm cloak, and left him letters.
Perhaps the complete destruction of the Huaxu Realm was also within his expectations. It is even possible that he left something behind in that magical place that we will never know.
Who knows?
Thinking of this, the sadness I felt towards Chen Laizi and his wife gradually disappeared. They were just left in that magical place, not their souls were scattered. Maybe they had other encounters.
I believe there will be.
I was thinking to myself, and I couldn't help but feel slightly inspired by the Spring Festival.
"Silly girl, what are you thinking about? Let's leave quickly. We still have to go back to find your mother!" My father turned around and looked at me doubtfully.
"Okay, let's go!" I followed with a smile.
"Huh?" Dad stared at my face and sighed softly.
I looked up at him, still with a smile on my face, "What's wrong?"
"Do you have a fever?" Dad reached out to touch my forehead, "Why are you laughing and crying like a little fool?"
"Because you are the best dad in the world, we can go back to find the cutest mom in the world right away!" I said with a smile.
"Well, okay, let's go find the cutest mother in the world!" Dad also grinned, as bright as a big kid.
I raised my head and saw Ren Feiyu standing not far away, looking at my father and me, with a glimmer of light in his eyes.
Seeing me looking at her, she smiled and said, "Why are you two so happy?"
My father glanced at Ren Feiyu, frowned slightly, touched my arm lightly and said, "Daughter, that annoying woman is here again, I'll run away first!"
Before I could say anything, Dad ran towards the cafeteria as fast as a slippery fish.
"Xiao Han——"
Ren Feiyu stamped his feet and raised his feet to follow.
I looked at their figures one after another and shook my head secretly, not wanting to call out to Ren Feiyu.
After spending almost a day and a night together, she didn't talk much, and she didn't have a strong sense of presence. She just followed my father from a distance. Her loving look made her so humble that it made people feel sad.
Ren Feiyu is not an annoying woman. Although she only has eyes for my father, she will help no matter who is in danger. Even Hao Jingde and Dongzi, who have always been prejudiced against her, are no longer hostile to her.
It's a pity that the goddess is intentional and Prince Xiang is ruthless. My father seems to be avoiding her.
What I didn't expect was that as soon as I took a few steps, Ren Feiyu came back again with his head lowered.
Everyone should be waiting for the bus in the cafeteria now. Ren Feiyu didn't follow his father out. He obviously had something to tell me when he came back.
I went up to him.
"Hu Ling, can you talk to me for a while?"
I was about to speak when Ren Feiyu looked up at me and said, her eyes were a little red.
"Okay!" I nodded and stood.
The place we are at at this time is the lobby on the first floor of the dormitory building, and there is a row of chairs against the wall.
"Let's go sit over there!" I pointed to the chair and said to Ren Feiyu.
"Okay!" Ren Feiyu nodded and twitched his lips at me with some gratitude, but he didn't laugh in the end.
Instead, tears rolled down her eyes and down her cheeks.
Unexpectedly, Ren Feiyu, the ruthless ghost face at the center of the legend, would shed tears in front of outsiders. She hurriedly raised her hand to wipe her face with her fingertips and lowered her head in embarrassment.
I pretended not to notice, turned around and walked towards the row of chairs, took out a tissue and bent down to wipe away the floating dust on the two chairs.
As soon as I sat down, Ren Feiyu came over, sighed softly, and sat down next to me.
"Actually, I know it's impossible for me and your father!" Ren Feiyu said, tears bursting out uncontrollably again.
This time she didn't try to hide it, and stared at a certain place in front of her with tears in her eyes. This chapter has been completed!