At this time, Lu Qingqing had been silently listening to everything in the room. When she heard this, her face couldn't help but become a little solemn.
When I looked up, I saw that Uncle Tietou's expression had become a bit more solemn. I've been waiting for this moment for a long time, isn't it?
Master Murong, is he finally going to reveal the secret of the lock spirit?
The two looked at each other from the corner of their eyes.
Just listen to the thin voice coming from inside the house:
"Dad, what is the guardian mission of this spiritual weapon?"
"Our family has a history not just for hundreds of years, but for thousands of years. That history is so long that even the genealogy cannot be recorded. However, the only thing that witnesses our family history is the spiritual weapon in the back mountain.
Our Murong family, since the first generation, has inherited a mission to protect spiritual weapons. The patriarch of each generation will pass it on to the next patriarch, from generation to generation. Moreover, every generation of patriarchs must keep the secret, except for the patriarch.
It is not allowed to be spread outside the country.
When dad is in better health, he will take you to the spiritual weapon in the back mountain to perform sacrifices and pass on the mission of the guardian to you. And you must protect the spiritual weapon well and prevent it from appearing in the world, let alone
Let others take it away.”
Perhaps it was because he had unintentionally revealed the secret to his wife against his promise, so Mr. Murong unexpectedly did not tell Lu Qingqing that Murong Fei knew about it.
Therefore, Qingqing's lie was not discovered at this critical moment.
Murong Fei, on the other hand, looked very solemn. He did not expect that their family actually hid such a major secret.
Spiritual weapon, what is it?
He was extremely curious about this thing that had been passed down from generation to generation.
"Dad, let's talk about it after you get well! There's no rush in this matter. I'll talk about it after I deal with my second brother's matter first." Although he was curious, Murong Fei felt more uneasy in his heart at the moment.
He had always believed that his father had intended to pass on the position of patriarch to him, but the feeling in his mind was completely different from the feeling that it had been passed on suddenly.
At this moment, his heart was in turmoil, and his head was racing.
After the father and son chatted for a while about the next thing, it was not until the afternoon that Murong Fei came out because Master Murong was feeling unwell and needed a rest.
However, during this period of time, Qingqing felt extremely happy.
Because she could stand with her Hua'er, even though they couldn't recognize each other, couldn't speak, or even look at each other too much, but standing beside him so quietly, she felt at ease and felt
Satisfied.
Seeing Murong Fei walking away, she quickly followed him.
But before leaving, he turned back and gave Uncle Tietou a deep look.
When the old steward who happened to be standing with Uncle Tietou saw Qingqing's gaze, what flashed in his eyes was... realization.
As soon as he walked out of the courtyard, Murong Fei also spoke, his voice heavy and emotionally unstable, but he felt that he needed to remind Qing Qing at this time that this girl was his right-hand man.
"Qingqing, you and Tietou are not suitable for each other!"
"...Young master, I know everything." Lu Qingqing lowered her head and responded, but she was extremely speechless in her heart. She didn't want to spread these rumors, but no matter what, the world was making things up... She sighed helplessly in her heart.
"Qingqing, don't belittle yourself, you deserve a better man! Those who abandon you are blind!"
