Under the moonlight, a man in green robe stood quietly in front of a group of tombs, staring at the cold tombstones with a dull expression.
Linghu Wenqian had come for the third time. When she saw the untouched food on the ground, she sighed slightly and was about to pick up the food to heat it up when she heard the man in green robe say: "Auntie, put it down, I'll eat it.
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Linghu Wenqian said slightly angrily: "It's cold, how can I eat it?"
The man in green robe was naturally Linghu Heng. He gently took the rice bowl and chewed it quickly. Linghu Wenqian felt sad and said softly: "Eat slowly. If it's not enough, there's still more in the kitchen."
Linghu Heng's mouth was full of food and he said vaguely: "That's enough, that's enough."
Linghu Wenqian looked at Linghu Heng eating with interest, as if admiring a painting. She knew that Linghu Heng and Wu Zhen were similar in age, so looking at Linghu Heng was like seeing Wu Zhen's shadow.
, I couldn't help but think: "I heard Ah Heng say that my child is a little taller and stronger than him, but he looks very much like my husband. If my husband was still alive, it would be great to see him with my own eyes!"
Linghu Heng ate very quickly and was full in a short while. Linghu Wenqian came back from her thoughts and said in surprise: "Have you finished eating?"
Linghu Heng nodded. Although Linghu Wenqian knew that immortal cultivators can go without food for a long time and can also absorb and transform spiritual power from the outside world to achieve the effect of eating, she never thought that Linghu Heng would also be interested in this meal.
interest.
Linghu Heng put down his bowl and chopsticks and asked, "Auntie, what kind of person is my father?"
Linghu Wenqian was stunned for a moment, but thinking of Linghu Heng's parents who had been missing since he was a child, a feeling of love and pity arose in her heart. She fell into memories and said softly: "Brother, he is a true hero. Regardless of his talent or magnanimity, he is one of the few young people in the world."
There are people who can match him. He is charitable, treats everyone with sincerity, and never oppresses others based on his status."
Linghu Heng thought to himself: "That's why the adoptive father and his father have a heart-to-heart relationship!" Thinking of this, Linghu Heng felt proud and bitter at the same time.
Linghu Wenqian continued to reminisce, talking about the childhood memories of the two siblings, how the eldest brother protected his younger sister, how he took the younger sister out to play without telling her father... Talking about these trivial things, the corners of Linghu Wenqian's eyes also flashed.
Tears.
Suddenly, Linghu Wenqian stopped and sighed: "I don't know how happy my eldest brother would be if he saw you grow up! He loves children the most, Ah Heng. You should be the happiest person in the world!"
Linghu Heng's heart was shocked, his eyes were sore, and he quickly covered it up: "What about my mother?"
Linghu Wenqian looked at the small raised tomb and said leisurely: "Although your parents are from aristocratic families, they have never quarreled, and they are more loving than any other couple. Although my sister-in-law comes from a wealthy family, her temperament is...
Different from a family of cultivators, it is similar to a scholarly family, gentle and elegant."
A woman full of scholarly qualities appeared in Linghu Heng's mind, and he thought to himself: "My mother was so virtuous and my father was so heroic, but she was killed by an adulterer. I must avenge this!" He secretly clenched his fists and for a moment
His expression was a bit ferocious, but luckily Linghu Wenqian had her back turned to him and didn't notice him.
After Linghu Wenqian finished speaking, she turned around and said to Linghu Heng: "It's getting late. I've tidied up the room for you. Go and have a rest!" After that, she took steps towards Zhuangzi.
Walk slowly.
Linghu Heng suddenly said: "Aunt..."
Linghu Wenqian was stunned, turned around and asked, "What's wrong?"
Linghu Heng wanted to tell her his plan, but when he thought that the Linghu family had fallen to this point, if he failed to take revenge, would he have to drag down his own family? His grandfather was already dying, and his aunt was also a widow. How could he stop Ling Tiangong?
Revenge? Thinking of this, Linghu Heng hesitated: "It's okay, aunt, let's go to bed early!"
Linghu Wenqian only thought that the child Linghu Heng was still nostalgic for his parents, and did not take it seriously. She said softly: "A Heng, you have to learn from your father. You have to be responsible. A man should stand upright!" She saw the order!
Hu Heng hesitated to speak, his demeanor was very different from that of his elder brother, and he couldn't help but lecture.
Linghu Heng's heart trembled, "My foster father also said this, it's ridiculous that I'm still hesitating!" He immediately made up his mind and went to Lingtian Palace alone tomorrow to let those hypocrites have a taste of the power of the fairy sword in their hands!
After making up his mind, Linghu Heng said: "Auntie is right, I will go back to sleep right now."
After that, she strode towards Zhuangzi. Linghu Wenqian looked at Linghu Heng's retreating figure suspiciously, and murmured: "Why is this child so neurotic? It's pitiful. He has lost his parents since he was a child, and he was killed by that
The magic fortune teller with weird personality has gone bad!" He muttered to himself and walked back to Zhuangzi.
Arriving at the room that Linghu Wenqian had specially cleaned for herself, Linghu Heng closed the door and sat silently at the Eight Immortals table. After putting down the immortal sword on his back, he picked up the teapot, poured a cup of tea, and slowly began to drink tea.
I don't know how long it took, but suddenly the "Wufeng" sword leaning against the corner emitted a faint red light. Linghu Heng felt happy, "Could it be that the rogue sword spirit Wufeng has awakened?"
Sure enough, not long after, a long-lost gangster voice came: "Boss, I seem to have slept for a long time. I seem to be much stronger. What's going on?"
Linghu Heng said angrily: "You know how to swallow my spiritual power, how strong is it? However, without you protecting me, I would have died a long time ago."
Wu Feng Sword Spirit asked confusedly: "Hey, did I remember that we fell into that abyss?"
Linghu Heng told what happened in detail, which made the Wufeng Sword Spirit stunned for a long time. He said after a long time: "Fortunately, this Sword Spirit is asleep, otherwise he might see the Emperor of Heaven."
Even if you surrender, the boss is still awesome!"
Linghu Heng was angry and funny: "Wealth is gained through danger. If it weren't for that idiot, how would I be so accomplished now? You kid got the benefits in vain, and you are still acting like a good boy here!"
Wu Feng Sword Spirit smiled "hehe" and changed the topic: "Boss, you seem to have something on your mind?"
Linghu Heng said: "I am going to kill Lingtian Palace, are you ready?"
Wu Feng Sword Spirit is a troublemaker, so how can he object? He immediately said: "Boss, you are like a roundworm in my stomach. I just wanted to find someone to do surgery, and you came to my door. I must kill you."
He is a complete loser, leaving nothing behind!"
Linghu Heng said angrily: "Go away, I want to meditate now, don't bother me!"
Wufeng Sword Spirit knew the habits of his boss, so he didn't say much. He turned around and hid in the sea of consciousness. He didn't know where he was hiding to amuse himself. Linghu Heng was also excited about its recovery. After all, it once told the fate of its boss.
Save. Just after listening to Wu Feng Sword Spirit's words, there will be only one thought in my head: "Get as far away as you can!" (To be continued)