don't pass time

After hearing from Yan Lang that Tang Yi'an had taken over the Tang family with Tang Yiyun's assistance, in Lu Yuan's imagination Tang Gan had an image of an old man who only knew how to play. Only when he saw him at the banquet did he know that he was a big Wrong.

The scene was not as big as Lu Yuan imagined, but there were three or five tables set up in the big pavilion in the yard, almost all of them were full, and among the many people who wanted to congratulate, only a few qualified ones could be seated.

As soon as Yan Lang and Lu Yuan appeared, the lively courtyard suddenly fell silent, reminding Lu Yuan of the scene where the noisy classroom suddenly fell silent at a certain moment, and couldn't help feeling a little funny.But after a while, everyone returned to their normal state, smiling as they should say, and occasionally someone greeted Yan Lang, Yan Lang just nodded expressionlessly, and the others seemed to be used to his state , I don't feel that I have been wiped of face.

Yan Lang has an indifference that Lu Yuan has never seen before, from the inside out.

Tang Yiyun led the two of them towards the main table, only then did Lu Yuan see the person on the main table.

The head of the Tang family, wearing a modified Tang suit, has a very upright and serious face, and the traces of time can be seen on that face, but that is just a polished line to make it more resolute, and it doesn't look like that at all. Someone who stepped back early.Lu Yuan suddenly thought that if Tang Yi'an wanted to actually take charge of the family, he might have a long way to go.

Except for Tang Yi'an, Tang Yiyun, and Tang Gan's youngest son Tang Yixuan, the people at the main table were all members of the Tang family with high seniority and status. Yan Lang walked over and ignored no one, only looked at Tang Qian, raised his chin slightly and said indifferently : "The patriarch."

Tang Gan remained silent, and Lu Yuan called out, "Uncle."

But Tang Gan didn't even look at them, the yard was so quiet again that the sound of sweet-scented osmanthus falling to the ground could be heard.Tang Yiyun smiled and smoothed things over: "Sit down quickly, it's time to serve."

People at other tables laughed again, but Yan Lang didn't know what he was thinking, he just didn't sit down, so Lu Yuan stood beside him.Seeing this, Tang Yiyun tugged at Yan Lang's sleeves, while Tang Yi'an sat beside him as if watching a joke.Yan Lang said, "Patriarch, this is Lu Yuan."

Tang Gan still didn't say anything, but just played with the unfilled wine glass in front of him. Yan Lang's expression was still indifferent, but his tone was gentle, and he said word by word: "I said before my mother's grave when I left. Find someone to spend your life with and bring it back to show her, so we're back."

Lu Yuan was shocked in place, thinking that he might have been struck by lightning just now, his mind was already a mess, no, his mind was gone.He thought to himself what is the situation?Coming out publicly in front of relatives and friends?Or being out?

The whole courtyard fell silent for the third time, Yan Lang seemed to be afraid that someone might not hear enough, and continued to speak seriously: "We will leave as soon as the mother's death day passes in two days, so as not to hinder everyone's eyes."

Spiritual cultivation pays most attention to the balance of yin and yang, and the aristocratic family doesn't care on the surface, but secretly still cares about the issue of blood lineage. Even in the 21st century, most psychic families still retain the habit of choosing relatives, and they must match each other. Not to mention the lifelong appointment of the two privates, the person who is destined for life is still a man. Everyone in the banquet knows that after today is over, the Tang family will probably have an extra big talk in the spiritual world.

Although Tang Yi'an showed shock on his face, he couldn't tell how beautiful it was. Tang Yiyun's face turned pale and red for a while, and she sat down blankly and didn't dare to say anything.Amid all the clear or ambiguous eyes of the crowd, the cup in Tang Gan's hand suddenly shattered with a slight bang.

Yan Lang is well aware of the twists and turns in these people, but he doesn't care about it, and he doesn't care about it. It's just that they are so powerful that these people don't dare to show it in front of him even if they are dissatisfied.He pulled Lu Yuan to sit down, squeezed his hand to express comfort, then turned his head nonchalantly and said to the person standing beside him, "Go and get a new cup."

It was only at this time that Lu Yuan heard Tang Gan speak for the first time. He turned to Tang Yiyun with a majestic and deep voice, but Lu Yuan somehow felt a little tired in those words: "Order to serve."

After the meeting, the atmosphere became a little looser. Presumably, people with high status have a habit of suppressing anything worthy of discussion first, and keeping the demeanor that has seen all kinds of storms and waves on the surface before talking.

At the beginning, Lu Yuan was always in doubt, but after seeing Yan Lang's calmness, he felt at ease. Although he was more or less angry at his sudden behavior, he still planned to understand that there must be a reason for his incident.So I couldn't help but sigh that I was really good-natured.

As he ate, Lu Yuan began to wonder why he decided to set the venue for the banquet at Gui Yuan, where there are osmanthus trees all around, all in full bloom.Osmanthus fragrans smells like a treat when you are far away, but if you get close, the aroma can numb all your senses.The idea of ​​eating under the sweet-scented osmanthus trees in a yard is really bad. All the dishes on the dinner table can’t taste the original taste. No matter how you eat it, it tastes like sweet-scented osmanthus. It's a compliment to these foods.

Fortunately, Lu Yuan was just pretending to be serious and didn't have much interest in food, otherwise he would have been reckless.

The last dish on the table was a plate of pickled ginger. As soon as the dish was brought to the table, Yan Lang's expression changed, he stretched out his chopsticks and took a piece into his mouth. The ginger is very spicy, and it is the only dish on the table that is not overwhelmed by the aroma of osmanthus.

Ginger is still old and spicy, chewing the spicy, and said frankly, this reminder is really euphemistic.

In the middle of the night, Yan Lang walked up the steps, stopped where he was, and looked at the people in the middle of the altar of the Tang family.

Under the moonlight, Tang Gan's back was still tall and straight, but he didn't look as generous as he remembered. Yan Lang took a deep breath and walked three steps away from Tang Gan.

After a long silence, the figure turned around, and it was a face that was not angry and pretentious.When Tang Gan spoke, the depressive feeling on his face was slightly dissipated, and his voice sounded older than in the daytime: "Do you still remember what the ancestors of the hunter clan are?"

Yan Lang snorted softly as if mocking, and then replied indifferently: "I remember."

I always remember that when he was still Lu Zhuoying, he heard it for the first time in the grass when he was young. Until now, for a whole 1000 years, he has never forgotten it for a moment.

——But if you remember it or not, you don’t need to remind me.

Tang Gan looked at him, and raised his eyebrows indistinctly: "Read it to me."

Yan Lang stood there expressionless, and it took a long time before he spoke, and his voice was a little louder: "Slay all the evil spirits in the world."

Tang Gan was silent for a while, and said: "I don't even want your demon-slaying knife, so I even forgot the duty of being a hunter."

Yan Lang sneered: "I thought you only knew about forming gangs to kill wives and children, so you don't even know the duties of a hunter."

Tang Gan was not annoyed, and just said lightly: "When you wanted to leave, I gave you two choices. Either marry Yiyun and become the patriarch, or leave the demon-slaying knife and never come back. Now, I still give you two choices. These two options."

Yan Lang was quite talented in playing rogue in front of Tang Qian. He snorted softly and said every word clearly: "Tang Yi'an will go crazy when he hears this. Anyway, I won't marry Yiyun. I don't know how to be the head of the patriarch, and the Demon Slaying Sword is also mine, so why leave it to the Tang family? Because you gave birth to me? Since the day my mother died, I don't seem to have anything to do with you, right? My name is Yan Lang, I Not Tang."

"What if I kill that kid?"

Yan Lang shook his head: "It's possible to kill me first."

Yan Lang knew that Tang Gan had been away for a long time, but he stood still on the altar. The wind blew past his ears, leaving a buzzing sound in his cochlea, making the voice in his heart clearer.

Clear clutter.

Kill all the evil spirits in the world?Long, long ago, someone had told him otherwise.

It was when Mo Yu left thousands of years ago. He stood by the lake with a knife in his hand. His eyes were covered with darkness. He heard the dissipation of life with his ears. .He didn't dare to recall that feeling for a long time afterwards, and every time he thought about it, he felt that he was delayed once.

Dongfang Ke stood behind him, from dusk to dawn, and finally asked: "Do you still remember your name and name? Do you remember who you are?"

"Remember, my surname is Lu and my name is Zhuoying. I'll take the character. I'm... a demon slayer."

Dongfang Ke's tone was still faint: "Clear waves and clear water are naturally the hunters' long-awaited expectation, but you have never understood what your father expected for your words. Whether the water is clear or not, how to deal with turbidity, Even how to judge voicing, I take it, is often only in your thought."

Every word, every word hit his heart, and he spit out a mouthful of blood, as if he could no longer support the weight of his body and fell to his knees.He buried his head and smelled the smell of soil and plant roots. At that time, he thought that he should not bury the world together, so that he could bury this uncontrollable fate openly.

Thinking back and thinking about it, Yan Lang suddenly laughed, this time he was self-willed, he knew it would be best not to bring Lu Yuan back, but he just wanted to do it.

Because this time, no matter whether it is facing people or the sky, he will not let go no matter what.

August [-]th is the death day of Yan Lang's mother. Yan Lang has not been in the Tang family for many years, and his mother has always been a taboo in the Tang family, so no one has ever mentioned this day, only Tang Yiyun secretly pays homage every year.This time when Yan Lang came back, he announced at the family banquet that he would wait for the anniversary of his mother's death. Everyone knew that this was a formal memorial ceremony.

Anyway, Tang Yi'an's mother died, and no one raised the objection to the table. Except Tang Yi'an's teeth were itching behind his back, everyone in the family was silent and did not dare to speak out, so Yan Lang started to prepare the next day. The big and small matters of the memorial service started.

Yan Lang was afraid that it would be boring for Lu Yuan to follow him to deal with those trivial matters, and because the Tang family had no one he could trust, so he entrusted Tang Yiyun to take Lu Yuan around the valley.Tang Yiyun did her job very well. Seeing that Lu Yuan had nothing in particular she wanted to go, she took him for a walk around the Tang family's mansion, telling him from time to time that this was the place where Yan Lang had practiced before, and where Yan Lang had read books. place.Feeling grateful in his heart, Lu Yuan relaxed a little.

Passing by a deserted residence for a long time, Tang Yiyun wanted to take Lu Yuan through directly, but Lu Yuan seemed to be very interested in the courtyard with weeds, and asked what this place was, but Tang Yiyun was dumbfounded. He just said by the way: "This yard has been abandoned for many years."

Afraid of Tang Yiyun's embarrassment, Lu Yuan didn't feel comfortable asking any more questions, so he turned his head and took a serious look at the courtyard.

The yard is not planted with flowering trees or evergreen trees like other places in the house, and there are no neatly placed flowerpots. It is just that weeds grow under the steps, and there are a few withered herbaceous plants inside. Yuan recognized the dead stalk of peony.Lu Yuan fantasized for a while, thinking that this small courtyard should be very beautiful in spring.

The sound of the wind and the birds shattered, and the flowers of the day high.

Maybe there used to be a woman from Yuexi living here, who was alone under the eaves of the hall and stared at the chin, facing the late spring in front of her eyes, recalling the clear water lotus in her hand when she was young.

Tang Yiyun saw Lu Yuan's look back and knew that he was understanding that she didn't want to say it. At this moment, she remembered the young man's position in Yan Lang's heart, so she simply said, "That's Mrs. Qin's yard."

Lu Yuan looked down at her in confusion, and she smiled: "It's the second brother's mother."

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