Fenglin Tianxia – Queen with a Thousand Pets

The young man below him had a broad back and strong arms. The steep mountain and slippery stone slabs seemed to have no effect on him at all. He walked fast and steadily. He carried a person up the mountain so quickly that he didn't even take a breath. Dad Zhou looked at the slender head and asked, Young man, have you ever been in the army?

Well, I've been here for a while. Meng Su's voice was steady, not out of breath at all.

Father Zhou nodded secretly. According to his intuition, at least half of these people had been in the army. Judging from the way they walked and the momentum, they should be soldiers who had been on the battlefield.

This time, Ling Qingyu came back prepared, so he could relax a little bit.

When what happened to Ling's father, he always regretted that he didn't do anything to help. His best old comrade was so mad and passed away so quickly that he didn't recover for half a year.

He had not been back to Ningcheng for a long time. He had been in the army before, and he was in the northern army. He didn't have as many connections here as Ling's father. When he came back, he was taken care of a lot by Ling's father, from housing to life. However, Ling's father When that incident happened, all his relationships were of no use. When he thought about it, he felt uncomfortable.

Father Ling's tomb is still some distance away from the top of the mountain. This is very important in Feng Shui. It faces the sun and the water, with the green mountains at its back, forming a group hug.

However, the reason why my father was buried here was not because of the Feng Shui master. What my father was most proud of was not his twenty years in the provincial capital, but the fact that he turned this former barren mountain into a garbage dump. It has become the green mountains and green waters it is today.

The tomb is made of marble, and only half of the words are written on the tombstone. In addition, Ling's mother's name has not been inked. Under the snow, the four words With a clear conscience written in Ling's father's handwriting are extremely conspicuous. Head.

Sum and Ye Shiyi held brooms in their hands, Yan Qi and Ying Shisan held rags. It didn't take much effort to clean the cemetery, and then Cheng Jia took out the incense.

They bought a lot of foundation materials. After Ying Jiu put down Zhou Ma, he and Ye Po cleared an open space next to them for burning the paper houses.

Wu Yi started to shed tears as soon as she went up the mountain. After being put on the ground by Ye Po, she took a few steps forward and touched the picture of Dad Ling on the tombstone with her hand, and she shed even more tears.

Mom... Ling Qingyu's eyes were also red, and he supported Wu Yi and whispered: Mom, dad has done good deeds throughout his life and accumulated a lot of blessings. He will definitely go to heaven. Only if you live a good life will he feel at ease. She is the closest to her father. When her father passed away, she was hit hard. But after being there for 24 years and experiencing soul piercing firsthand, her mentality was completely different. Her father was honest and honest throughout his life. Being kind will definitely lead to a good reincarnation.

I know, I know. Patting her daughter's hand gently, Wu Yi wiped away her tears. She knew that she knew, but the man who had been with her all her life and doted on her all her life was now separated by yin and yang. Only she could feel the loneliness and pain. experience.

The flowers were arranged and the incense candles were lit. Wu Yi took the lead and bowed three times first, then Zhou's father and mother lit incense and bowed three times. After glaring at the elders and bowing, Ling Qingyu knelt down and kowtowed after putting incense. Talk to your father carefully.

Dad, I will take good care of mom. Don't worry. Shu Qifan and I have divorced, and then... I brought you a good son-in-law. My daughter is very good and happy now. The sons-in-law will kowtow to you later. When you are here, take a look.

Starting from Yan San, Yang Zhao, Cheng Jia, Ying Jiu, Yan Qi, Sum, Meng Su, Ying Shisan, He Li, Zhao Yinfeng, Ye Shiyi, Ye Po, all offered incense and kowtowed.

The men were all silently reciting what they wanted to say in their hearts, maintaining formal and upright postures, meticulous manners, dignified and solemn expressions, and the banging sound of kowtow.

Zhou Ziqing suddenly remembered what Tao Zhuo said. They all liked Ling Qingyu. He raised his eyes and looked at Ling Qingyu. He saw that Ling Qingyu and Wu Yi, who was supporting her, both showed happy smiles, and felt even more heartbroken.

Tao Zhuo followed Ye Po and knelt down to kowtow. He wanted to imitate them in that beautiful and rigorous kneeling posture. He bent his knees and walked away. Then he put the incense on his back and peeked at Ye Po's forehead. The red spot gave up imitating their move of making loud noises. She watched Zhou Ziqing follow her and kowtowed normally, then stood up and pushed away, and whispered: Do you believe what I said?

After finishing the incense, Ye Shi set up the paper house and piles of paper money, and stood on both sides with Ye Po. It was windy today. Although it was covered with snow, the branches were all dry in winter. Once it started to rise, Mountain Fire, this is the work of Ling’s father for twenty years.

The two peerless masters stood facing each other without making any movement, and the fire that began to slowly burn in the middle began to burn in an extremely weird way.

The wind roared in the mountains and forests, bringing up broken snow and making the dead branches and leaves rustle.

But the smoke from the increasingly burning fire moved upwards in a very slight straight line, and even the sparks and debris were floating in the middle mass.

Zhou’s parents, who were worried that burning so much paper would cause wildfires, were relieved.

Tao Zhuo's eyes widened, and he looked at the huge fire that was slowly extinguishing in confusion, and said softly to Zhou Ziqing: You, uncle, are afraid of being wronged.

Zhou Ziqing stabbed him unconsciously and said, Stop nagging you again. Before she could finish her words, she saw the handsome man named Yan Qi leaping down.

What a robbery!

Like a gust of wind, he went down many steps and disappeared around the corner.

There was a strong wind on the mountain. Even though it was clear after snow, it was still bitingly cold. Ling Qingyu still had her aunt on her body, so she would feel cold even if she was dressed like a ball. Seeing that the fire was almost burning, Yang Zhao suggested to go down the mountain. .

Wu Yi originally wanted to stay a little longer, but when she saw her daughter's face turning pale and half leaning on Yan San, she muttered a few more words to Father Ling before going down the mountain.

The road going down the mountain was slipperier than the way up, but worried about Ling Qingyu's health, he went down the mountain faster.

If it weren't for the concern that the four members of the Zhou family were here, Yan San would have wanted to use Qinggong to fly down directly.

Just after passing the mountainside, Yan Qi, who had gone down earlier, swept up. Yan Qi, who turned around from the bend, obviously stopped his Qinggong. The momentum was still a bit unstoppable. He floated over with a beautiful posture and whispered in Yang Zhao's ear. One sentence.

Yan Qi's voice was very soft, but they were not far apart, and their ears were very good. When they heard Yan Qi's words, the men's expressions changed.

Yan San paused in his steps, wondering if it would be better not to take her down the mountain.

Yang Zhao glanced at Ling Qingyu's slightly frowning brows. She had been on the mountain for an hour. Her body was afraid that she couldn't bear it, so she said: Let's go down first. After saying that, he and He Li and others ran past them. .

Yan San nodded, quickened his pace, and hurried down the mountain.

Ling Qingyu didn't hear what Yan Qi said, but looking at their reactions, she knew it wasn't a good thing. She was worried at first, but when she saw Yan San's tight lips, she wasn't worried anymore.

Yes, now she has nothing to worry or be afraid of.

A few steps away from the foot of the mountain, I heard a roar coming from the path, and two trucks full of people and a bulldozer drove over.

Ling Qingyu was stunned when he heard someone in the truck come out with a big loudspeaker and shouted: Hey, people in front of you, listen, this place has been nationalized, we need to build a road from here, what about those graves on your mountain? Move it quickly, or if you don’t move it, we will bulldoze it for you!”

As he yelled, the truck stopped, and dozens of people got out one after another. They stood in front of the truck with shovels, hammers and other items in their freezing hands.

A man jumped out of the truck cab, clapped his horn, and shouted again: Did you hear that?

What do they mean? Wu Yi asked puzzledly.

Ling Qingyu was already shaking with anger and said in a deep voice: Find the person behind this.

Yes! In response, Ye Shiyi and Ye Po rushed out.

Yang Zhao and others who went down the mountain first had already opened the trunk of the car and picked out some guys inside, and then each of them took out a long stick.

You are so courageous. Zhao Yinfeng rolled his stick into a stick, tapped it on his palm, and said grimly.

This time, can we stop holding back? Meng Su held the stick in his hand and said with a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

Yang Zhaoheli didn't say anything, he just took off his coat, rolled up his sleeves, took the long stick in his hand, and then walked towards the truck with an awe-inspiring and cold aura.

If you dare to dig a human grave, be prepared to be buried alive!

Seeing that there were only four people, but they made him feel the momentum of a thousand troops, Foreman Cheng took a step back, then leaned against the front of the truck and shouted: Don't mess around. Come on! We have government orders! Do you know what a crime it is to obstruct key national projects!

Boss... The man holding the shovel next to him said with chattering teeth: That's not right. Didn't you say that there are only two women here, so it's enough to scare them? These people look like they are not easy to mess with at first glance. Okay!

Yes, boss, we only took two hundred yuan, and this price does not include fighting. Another subordinate sniffed.

Foreman Cheng took away the speaker and whispered: I know, isn't this just to scare them?

Boss, I don't think you can scare me anymore. They don't seem to be country people!

Yes, boss, if you want to fight, you have to pay more.

You pigs, there are only four of them, and there are more than fifty of us. Are you afraid that we can't beat them? They are crushed to death! Foreman Cheng looked at them approaching step by step, and the thin snow on the ground seemed to be picked up and rolled up. Under their feet, like snowflakes, the murderous intent came with real persecution, and they shouted: Come down, plus a thousand for each person! We must let them know how powerful we are!