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Neighing, as if a little angry, Wen Xia raised her hand and touched its mouth to comfort it, and said, "It's okay."

As he spoke, he was about to walk in the direction of the ancestral hall, but stopped halfway, turned around and asked Chi Wei, "Is there any wine?"

"Yes, yes!" Chi Wei turned around and entered a room on the right, quickly took out a jar of wine and an oil lamp, and handed them to Wen Xiaer.

Wen Xia took them one by one, and finally glanced at the bonfire in the courtyard, and said, "Your pig is burnt."

Chi Wei stood there in a daze for a moment, when suddenly a scorching breath came into his nose, he yelled, and hurriedly ran towards the grill, yelling, "My pig!"

In front of you is a dark corridor with no end in sight. The wooden steps under your feet make a "creaking" sound every time you take a step, revealing a sense of dilapidation and dilapidation.

In the dark night, you can't see your fingers, only the oil lamp burning in your hand is faintly bright, making the night not particularly dark and long.

Dahei sat on Wen Xia'er's shoulder without moving or speaking, and watched Wen Xia'er walk out of the long corridor into a room similar to a temple. It was obviously pitch black, but Wen Xia'er was able to pass through unimpeded and figured it out. In the position of the candlestick in the house, light up the extinguished white candles with the oil lamp in your hand one by one.

The dark room instantly brightened up, reflecting the surrounding scene very clearly, and then the first thing I saw was the two spiritual positions visiting on the high platform.

Dahei jumped from Wen Xia'er's shoulder to the high platform, entangled back and forth against the spirit tablet placed on the lower step of the platform, hissing impatiently from time to time.

Wen Xia stepped forward to look at the spiritual tablet for a few moments, then she understood it, and said to Dahei, "I'm still alive, what's more real than you and a spiritual tablet?"

Hearing the words, Dahei seemed to be stimulated, he swallowed the spiritual tablet in one gulp, and chewed it cleanly in two or three bites.

Seeing this, Wen Xia couldn't laugh or cry, "Okay, I know you're angry, but right now, go and help me guard the door, so that no one can come in."

Dahei yelled, twisted his body and flew obediently outside the house, closing the door behind him as he went out.

As soon as the door was closed, half of the smile on Wen Xia's face faded instantly.

On the huge high platform, there was only one spirit seat placed on it, and it was empty, exuding a lonely and decadent atmosphere.

Wen Xia stepped forward and put the wine in her hand on the table, lit three sticks of incense and put it in the incense burner, looked up and saw the name engraved with gold border on the tablet, and shouted, "Father, I Came home to see you."

In the empty room, occasionally there was a slight sound of candle oil frying, but other than that, it was peaceful and sound.

Wen Xiaer sat on the futon on the floor, took a bowl of wine and put it on the desk, and took a sip from the wine jar herself.

He drank in a hurry, before the wine in the altar had time to swallow, it dripped on his collar, leaving a pool of deep red water on the crimson red shirt.

"When you were alive, you always said that I was young and ignorant, and hoped that I would grow up soon." Wen Xia put down the wine jar and hugged her in her arms, her cheeks and eyes were stained a little red.

He hooked the corners of his lips and showed a bright smile, "Look, have I grown up now? Although I have changed my skin, I have grown up after all, but my temper is still stubborn. I don't know how I am now. Let you see how I look, will you praise me or scold me..."

He took another sip of wine, wiped his mouth and continued: "When mother left, I couldn't see her for the last time, and when father left... I couldn't be by your side either. You and mother are in heaven. Have you ever complained about the child?"

"If you're complaining..." Wen Xia laughed a few times at this point, "If you're complaining, give me a dream tonight and give me a good reprimand."

The candlelight flickered for a while, and a gust of misty night wind blew in through the cracks in the window, adding a bit of coolness to the room.

After Wen Xia drank the last sip of wine from the wine jar, she threw the wine jar on the ground, and the wine jar rolled along the ground and fell into the depths of the room where the candlelight could not reach, and disappeared without a trace with the sound of gurgling.

Wen Xia was leaning on the desk, the corners of her eyes and brows were stained with alcohol, but her eyes were surprisingly bright, and she looked at the sky blankly, wondering what she was thinking.

Drunken, my mind has begun to feel a little dizzy.

He fell to the ground drunk, turned over and stared at the beams on the roof with wide eyes. It wasn't until drunkenness and drowsiness came to his head that he suddenly remembered why he didn't notice it two years before the city of Mingqiu was broken. It was because at that time he was only concerned about how to lose Jun Ling's face, and he was completely indifferent to other things.

Recalling what he did at that time now, it is no wonder that Jun Lingshen still hates him until now, but it is because the things he did did not make people happy.

At that time, he was still a young man who didn't know how to worry. Relying on his decent cultivation and his father's name, he acted unscrupulously and recklessly all day long. However, Jun Lingshen, who had ruined his face in several confrontations with him, He became the person he repeatedly targeted.

Since he had a grudge with Jun Lingchen, he often appeared in places where Jun Lingchen appeared, and did nothing but confront him.

For example, in a Mahayana Dharma session, if Jun Lingshen agrees with the remarks made by the eminent monk who lectured on Dharma, he will be the first to jump out to identify how this Mahayana Dharma is not as good as Esoteric Dharma, and after he has confidently identified it, he will still Ask Shangjun Lingshen, "I don't know what Miaoyinqing Jun thinks of my opinion? Please give me your advice."

However, the final outcome was to disrupt the Dharma, and the people who listened to the Mahayana Dharma broke up unhappy.

Another example is that in a sword competition where Jun Lingshen was the judge, Wen Xia'er, who had a formation talisman double repair, wanted to get in the way, and defeated all the participating sword repairers, and fled, leaving him alone in the end. One person stood on the stage and said, "Sword cultivators are mediocre."

All the sword cultivators who participated in the sword competition were ashamed, and he had to go up to Jun Lingchen and say, "Should Mr. Miaoyinqing take the top spot in this competition?" Give me?"

Such deeds are too numerous to enumerate, and they can't be counted with one hand. In short, how can Jun Ling sink down and lose face? Wen Xia will do it.

The speed of rumors and rumors on the Tao is extremely fast, and after a long time, everyone can see that the young monarch Wen Xia from the Demonic Path Mingqiu and the Miaoyinqing Lord Jun Lingshen from the Immortal Dao Yuze Mountain cannot deal with each other. , this Young Master Mingqiu's demeanor is almost directly on the face of Lord Miaoyinqing!

It was also thanks to Mr. Miaoyinqing's indifferent temper, knowing the etiquette and keeping the law and not caring about the younger generation, every time he met this young master of Mingqiu, he was still calm and self-sufficient, and they couldn't bear it anyway.

One day, Wen Xia'er and Lang Chan got together again, and by the way, they heard the rumor that Jun Lingshen was going to Yuanhai alone to find a spiritual herb called "Zhu Ji".

When Wen Xia heard the news, his mind was moved. He thought that if he could go to Yuanhai first to find the grass called Zhuji and take it for himself, Jun Lingshen would definitely come to him and ask for it. It's not just a matter of his words.

Unexpectedly, after Lang Chan heard his thoughts, he actually opposed him, "The land of the deep sea is an isolated island, and there are demigods guarding Lijiang. Lord Qing puts his anger into action."

Wen Xia'er became even more interested when she heard the words, "Is the land of the deep sea really as dangerous as you said? Then I'm going to venture into it even more."

He has always been fearless, the more others say that he can't go anywhere, the more he wants to try it.

Lang Chan's eyebrows gathered together, and said in a deep voice: "If you insist on going, I won't be able to persuade you, but you have to tell Lord Wen Mo about this matter, and if he agrees, I won't say more."

"My father?" Wen Xia said angrily, "I haven't seen him for more than a month, and I don't know what he's doing, how can he care about my things."

His father had told him not to provoke Jun Lingchen before, but recently, all his incidents of opposing Jun Lingchen have been passed down, and he has never seen his father go back to Mingqiu to complain. He thought about it, thinking he didn't want to care about his business.

Lang Chan listened to Wen Xia'er's words thoughtfully, pondered for a moment, and said: "Ah Yang, why don't you stay in Yingtianchang Palace, since the demon master is not in Mingqiu, I can be with you if you stay in Yingtianchang Palace. a care."

"What do I want you to take care of for no reason?" Wen Xia looked at Lang Chan inexplicably, "If my father is not in Mingqiu, will I not go back to Mingqiu? Lang Qingxun, did you not wake up today?"

An imperceptible light flashed in Lang Chan's eyes, but it quickly disappeared, and he lowered his eyes and did not speak again.

Seeing his silent appearance, Wen Xia suddenly remembered something, her tone softened a bit, and said, "It's not the first day that you know my temperament. I know that you feel uncomfortable after the death of Palace Master Lang, and neither do I." I know how to comfort you..."

He reached out and patted Lang Chan on the shoulder, "Although your biological brother is not close to you, you still have me. Although we are friends, I have already regarded you as a brother in my heart. If you have any sorrows and difficulties, just follow him I said yes."

Lang Chan laughed when he heard the words, and he said after a while, "Ah Yang, Palace Master Lang has passed away for more than a month, don't you think it's a bit late for you to say something to comfort me now?"

Wen Xia withdrew his hand on the other's shoulder in a little embarrassment, and muttered, "Didn't I see your face? When I mentioned my father, I hooked you to think of your father. I'm afraid of you." It’s sad to say that.”

Lang Chan said, "I'm not sad." He raised his eyes and looked directly at Wen Xia'er, the emotion in his eyes was something Wen Xia'er had never seen before.

Wen Xia was stunned for a moment before he suddenly realized that the emotion in Lang Chan's eyes was not something he had never seen before. It was the look in Lang Chan's eyes when he and Lang Chan first met when he was slaughtering the wolves, cold and insensitive.

It's just that after he got acquainted with the other party, Lang Chan never looked at him with that kind of eyes. Wen Xiaer thought he had misread him, but just as he was about to take a closer look, the emotion in Lang Chan's eyes had returned to the calmness of the past. look like,

"What's wrong? What are you staring at me for?" Lang Chan asked.

Wen Xia groaned, and looked away, "It's nothing, it's just that you just said you're not sad, and I don't believe it."

He is aware of the weak father-son relationship between Lang Chan and his father Lang Jiu, it seems that the relationship between them is not harmonious because of Lang Chan's biological mother.

He didn't know much, and Lang Chan never mentioned the matter of his parents in front of him, but judging from Lang Chan's reaction to Lang Jiu's death, it seems that their father-son relationship is not just discord, but more like widowhood. As light as a stranger.

"Then you believe me when I say I'm sad?" Lang Chan said.

Wen Xia raised her eyebrows and said, "How can a son not be sad when his father dies? Why don't I believe it."

Lang Chan smiled and said, "Ah Yang is the only one who believes that I will be sad."