[Future] The counterattack of waste wood

Mr. Song heard Yang Jing's tone as if he knew his old friend. Even if Zi Xu passed away more than ten years ago, Yang Jing was only less than twenty. He wondered how he knew him, and couldn't help asking: "Master Yang knows Zi Xu?"

Yang Jingmo Ling Liangke nodded, and quickly realized the flaws in it, "I know him, I've heard of him, according to his seniority..."

Yang Jing hesitated for a moment, Zixu is naturally the disciple of the master of the cave, and Yang Jing worshiped the master of the cave, and he is also the disciple of the master of Taoism. Brother Ju, he pressed the position of the collarbone unconsciously, and one of the cave meditation suits was hanging in his clothes. Zhang Qi gave him the necklace Sapphire Charm that Zhang Qi took from the big snake before in the cave. He nodded slightly, Then he said: "According to seniority, Zi Xu is my senior brother."

As soon as his words came out, everyone was shocked. Song Chu's adoptive parents had seen Zi Xu, and Mr. Song knew that Zi Xu was much older than he seemed. Moreover, according to Zi Xu, his master was a cave. The master of the Temple of the Underworld has already passed away, why there is such a young apprentice as Yang Jing, but the things inside are a bit chaotic, and Mr. Song doesn't understand the matter of the Temple of the Underworld, so he didn't ask deeply.

Just as Mr. Song was about to say something more, Song Chu gave a loud snort, walked to the table a few steps, attached the hilt of the Consonance Sword with his left hand, and rubbed his index finger and middle finger on it, as gently as if he was touching Yi. Broken, the body trembled slightly.

Everyone didn't know, so they looked over. Yang Jing saw that he was rubbing his fingers against the logo of the Temple of the Underworld on the hilt of the sword. Seeing Song Chu again, he was puzzled, thinking he didn't know, so he explained, "That symbol is the logo of the Temple of the Hollow."

After he finished speaking, Mr. Song, Song Chu's adoptive parents, suddenly turned his head and looked at Yang Jing with a hellish expression. Mr. Song opened his mouth slightly, his beard trembled, looked carefully at Lingxi Sword, and then mechanically Looking up, the voice was a little stiff, "Master Yang, what are you talking about? The hilt of this sword is black and unpretentious. Where is the mark?"

Yang Jing was also stunned, blinked subconsciously, and half leaned over to look, there was a round mark in the hilt of the sword, with complex patterns inside, Yang Jing was very familiar with him, he stood up and walked to the table, Stretching out his finger to poke the hilt of the sword, his voice raised unconsciously, "Isn't that the sign?"

Old Man Song looked down again, then shook his head. Just when Yang Jing was puzzled, Song Chu said, "There is indeed a sign on it..."

Everyone focused their eyes on him again, and Song Chu looked at Yang Jing, "I don't think other people can see this mark, and I couldn't see it at first, thinking that the hilt of the sword is without decoration, but just now, I can suddenly see it. See the sign on it."

Song Chu's parents couldn't help standing up and walking over, together they repeatedly measured the place where Yang Jing stretched his finger, but no matter how they looked at it, it was empty.

Yang Jing thought for a while, rolled his eyes, and stretched out his hand to untie the necklace from his neck. The sky blue spar of quail eggs was lying quietly in his hand. He pinched the spar with his thumb and index finger, pulled the spar a little further, and asked Song At first, "Then can you see the sign on it?"

This spar is extraordinary at first glance, radiant and crystal clear. Song Chu raised his neck slightly, glanced at it, then looked down at the logo on the Lingxi sword, and said with a little surprise: "It's Dongming." The symbol of the concept is the same as the one on the Lingxi sword."

Yang Jing nodded, and then looked at other people, only to see Mr. Song and Song Chu's parents shook their heads, and the former said, "Sure enough, I can't see anything."

Yang Jing nodded, and put the sapphire charm around his neck again, and hid it in his clothes. He took out the necklace for everyone to see, firstly to test whether it is a sign of the cave meditation, ordinary people can't see it, and what's more, he In order to dispel the doubts of the early Song Dynasty, to prove that he is indeed a disciple of Dongming Temple.

"This is an exclusive item of Dongmingguan. Most people can't use it. It is estimated that in their eyes, it is just an ordinary thing." Yang Jing added.

Song Chu heaved a long sigh, and his eyes were a little empty, "If I hadn't met Master, who took me as an apprentice, I'm afraid I would never know it for the rest of my life. The Lingxi Sword in my hand can only be regarded as an ordinary hilt. It won't work in my hands, master..."

Speaking of this, his eyes recovered, and he looked straight at Yang Jing, "Let me give this Lingxi sword to the master."

Mr. Song reacted very calmly, as if he had guessed that Song Chu would do this, but Yang Jing seemed to be hit by a pie that fell from the sky. He was at a loss and couldn't believe it. But he also knew what this sword meant to Song Chu, so he kept suppressing this expectation. Just sitting in the room listening to Mr. Song talking, there seemed to be a small hole in his heart, and he was whistling in the wind. Reluctant.

"You want to give it to me?" Yang Jing repeated unconsciously.

Song Chu nodded solemnly, with reluctance in his eyes, but no regrets.

Yang Jing was not a modest person. Hearing this, he immediately picked up the Lingxi sword and waved it a few times. He just felt that the sword fits perfectly in his hand.

He was caressing the Lingxi sword when the terminal in his hand rang. Yang Jing raised his hand, saw a familiar number, smiled unconsciously, and connected the phone.

Zhang Qi's stern face appeared on the screen. He was unbuttoning his collar while walking. With two well-articulated fingers, he unbuttoned a button with a light twitch. All the way down, his protruding collarbone was now exposed. When he saw that the phone was connected, he was about to speak when he noticed that Yang Jing's face was ashen, and there seemed to be a swelling on his forehead, which was slightly bruised. Zhang Qi frowned inadvertently. He stopped walking and looked carefully through the screen. After looking at Yang Jing once, he asked coldly, "What's going on? Didn't you say you're going to Song's house?"

Through the direction of the other party's line of sight, Yang Jing touched his forehead subconsciously, only to feel that the skin there was slightly swollen, and when he pressed it lightly, there was a slight pulling pain. Where did he hit it, but nothing could cover up his good mood of getting the Lingxi sword, the corners of his mouth were always raised, his eyes were crooked, and he said briskly: "It's nothing, we'll talk about it when we go back."

Seeing that he was fine, Zhang Qi nodded, but didn't speak immediately. He must have guessed about Yang Jing's situation. Seeing that his face was dirty and wounded, it looked like he had fought with someone. Zhang Qi knew that Yang Jing was in a fight. Jing had an unpleasant personality, and subconsciously thought it was a fight with Song Keyang, who was the most difficult to deal with him, but he didn't know the specific situation, so it was hard to say anything about it, and he expected that Yang Jing would not suffer, so he immediately changed the subject, "In the evening Where to eat?"

Yang Jing heard that Zhang Qi was reminding him that it was getting late in a disguised form. After all, he was a guest at someone else's house. If Zhang Qi made it clear, it would seem that he lacked manners. He said kindly, "Go back and eat."

Zhang Qien let out a sigh, he was the type who would not talk nonsense when he had nothing to do, when he saw that he had finished his questions, he simply told him to come back early, and then cut off the call.

Yang Jing lowered his arm and held the Lingxi sword in the other hand. He looked around the people in the room, "It's getting late, I'm going back."

Song Chu's eyes showed reluctance, and the two of them had never seen him so sticky before they separated, but then Yang Jing understood, probably Song Chu was reluctant to part with the Lingxi Sword.

Mr. Song sighed quietly, and said, "Thank you, Young Master Yang, for your help today."

Yang Jing thought he was just grateful, but he didn't expect Mr. Song to continue: "But what if the Academy of Sciences comes again in the future?"

Yang Jing thought that he had accepted the Consonance Sword from others, so he couldn't ignore it, so he said without thinking, "Then you call me."

"Far water can't quench near thirst." Mr. Song shook his head.

"What should I do?"

"Master Yang, if you don't mind, can you let Song Chu live with you for a while?" Old Master Song looked up at Yang Jing and said.

Yang Jing didn't feel uncomfortable at all for this proposal that was almost presumptuous. On the contrary, he knew that Mr. Song could say such a thing so brazenly, because he really loved Song Chu, and was afraid that the Song family would not keep him.Now Yang Jing received the Consonance Sword gifted by Song Chu, full of pride in his heart, and said that Song Chu was his apprentice, but it was just for Song Chu to go back to the Nightmare Forest with him, so what's the inconvenience?

Yang Jing nodded naturally, looked at Song Chu, "Are you willing?"

Song Chu's expression was complicated, and he wanted to go, he wanted to know more about his biological father from Yang Jing, but he was reluctant to bring up his family. He looked at his adoptive parents, and then at his grandfather, the family member who had disgraced him many times and loved him the most.

There were tears in Song Chu's eyes, and Song Chu's adoptive mother quietly wiped away the tears, but she and Song Chu's adoptive father still nodded and said softly, "Go, take good care of yourself."

Song Chu's tears trickled down, he lowered his head and wiped them twice.

Old Master Song looked at Yang Jing with an almost pleading expression, "Young Master Yang, early Song Dynasty, please."

What he said, Dangre didn't know that it was so simple to take care of Song Chu's diet and daily life, and it also meant taking on the responsibility of blocking the Academy of Sciences.

Yang Jing looked at Song Chu and nodded heavily.

Next, Song Chu went back to the room to pack some luggage, and said goodbye to his family one by one. He was not a procrastination person, and he might be afraid that Yang Jing would be impatient, so he came out within half an hour. .

The Song family sent them to the car, stood in the yard and watched them leave.

Along the way, Song Chu was very quiet, looking out the window thoughtfully, Yang Jing thought that he must digest what he just learned, so he didn't speak, the two of them were silent all the way, feeling a little dazed.