"Sooner or later, we have to settle this account with him."
I was confused by Lingxi’s God.
What is this?
How come my third uncle became Uncle Xinglan of Lingxi?
"You want to know the reason?" Lingxi smiled and said, "This matter has been discussed."
I quickly poured a glass of water for Lingxi and said flatteringly: "Master, please speak slowly, I have plenty of time."
Lingxi held the water cup and said, "Where to start?"
"Well, the last headmaster of Kunlun, our ancestor, had five disciples."
"The great disciple Ji Xuanqing, my master, is now the headmaster of Kunlun."
Before Lingxi finished speaking, I interrupted: "I heard Pei Chuan say this."
"He said that the third elder of Kunlun, Su Xinglan, and the fourth elder, Xia Baiyou, were a couple. Xia Baiyou passed away ten years ago, and Su Xinglan became depressed and went crazy, and left Kunlun without any news."
"Yes." Lingxi responded: "Su Xinglan is the third elder of Kunlun, and he is also your third uncle Su Jian."
I argued: "Impossible, my third uncle is a lunatic. Do you know the real lunatic? How could he be the third elder of Kunlun, the famous Celestial Spirit Master."
"Why is it impossible?" Lingxi argued with me: "The facts are before our eyes. You just said that your third uncle went to another place when he was ten years old and returned to Taoshan Village ten years ago."
"Combined with the fact that he went to Kunlun to study art when he was ten years old, and left sadly due to the death of his uncle Baiyou ten years ago, the ancestor helped him name Su Xinglan."
"Do you think everything can be such a coincidence?"
Lingxi said with an imposing manner: "The most important thing is, how do you explain that the life of a madman like your third uncle was covered up by an expert?"
"Perhaps, probably..." I hesitated, unable to find any reason to refute, and after thinking about it, I said: "If my third uncle were Su Xinglan, a powerful heavenly spiritual master, my grandfather would be haunted by evil spirits.
Why didn't he come to the rescue when he was in trouble?"
"And me, I'm his nephew, but he won't save me? I still have to wait for Su Tongyuan to ask you for help?"
My eyes brightened and I said, "Does he have the ability to watch my grandfather die?"
Lingxi hesitated and said, "I haven't thought about this for a while. It's possible that Uncle Xinglan has some last resort difficulties."
I "pursued the victory" and said, "What hardship can be more important than my father's life?"
"Hey, master, you must have guessed wrong."
"Really, if you see my third uncle and see him in person, you will know that what I said is definitely right."
Lingxi stubbornly said: "Don't rush to judge. I have a portrait of Uncle Xinglan here. You can tell it just by looking at it."
As she said that, she walked to the bookshelf, carefully took down a wooden box, and sighed: "These portraits were drawn by me when I was bored, recalling the past in Kunlun."
"Uncle Xinglan taught me a lot. He is not only my uncle, he is also half my master."
"If Master Baiyou hadn't passed away, he wouldn't be as decadent as he is today."
Lingxi opened the wooden box, gently took out a portrait, put it in front of me and said, "Let's see if it's your third uncle."
Lingxi's painting skills are very deep.
Even though he is drawing with ink pen, Sanbo's charm is vivid and lifelike on the paper.
I was stunned and speechless.
What Lingxi painted was what San Bo looked like when he was young.
During that time, I had never seen San Bo.
But a person's general appearance cannot be completely changed.
Third Uncle, Crazy Su who talks nonsense in the village every day and looks at the stars and the moon at night is actually the third elder of Kunlun, Su Xinglan.
"That's right, right?" Lingxi looked at my dumbfounded look and said proudly, "Only the secrets hidden by masters like Uncle Xinglan can't be revealed to me."
"Besides, he should have felt my move."
"Hehe, meeting in this way is really interesting."
