Rebirth for the good

Get up, "The child who was hidden is the real Nangong Yu! And your father, that demon, not only pretended to be my youngest son to use the Nangong family to exchange news with Jingou, but also prevented me from being able to communicate with Jingou for nearly 20 years. When I met my relatives, ten days ago I couldn't bear to kill him after many questionings to no avail." She said with her eyes reddened, as if she was about to spew fire.

Nangong Yu couldn't help asking: "If my father really wanted to take over the Nangong family, why didn't he kill grandma..." This was too disrespectful, so he only said half of it.

The old lady sneered and said: "I changed his martial arts and passed it on to him. How can he kill me!" Her eyes suddenly fixed on Nangong Yu, and she shouted: "I have been paying attention to you every day for 20 years. Dad’s every move, I have also seen that you are connected with those golden dogs, yes or no!”

Nangong Yu turned pale with shock, and quickly fell to his knees, "Daddy asked me to do it, I can't help it."

The old lady's tone softened, she helped Nangong Yu up, and said: "You have never had a mother's pain since you were a child, and your father is busy dealing with golden dogs all day long, and I only taught you a few superficial kung fu. I can't blame you. It's just that you and I have a grudge against killing your father, so it's up to you to decide whether to go or stay." What she meant was that she could also agree to let Nangong Yu stay at home and be a good grandson.

Nangong Yu immediately understood, and kowtowed to the old lady a few more times, "It was wrong for my father to seek refuge with the Jinren. If grandma doesn't dislike it, I am still willing to serve your old man."

He spoke sincerely, which made the old lady feel sad when she heard it, and sighed: "It's really a crime, but you can't call Nangong Yu's name anymore, get up quickly."

Nangong Yu got up and poured a cup of hot tea from the teapot beside him, and said, "From today onwards, I will be your adopted grandson, and I will obey grandma's orders in everything, and I will never have any contact with those golden men again."

The old lady's anger gradually subsided, and she was overjoyed to see Nangong Yu's sensible appearance. She took the teacup and drank it in one gulp, calling out: "My good grandson."

Nangong Yu sat down next to her, and suddenly asked, "Grandma, where is the treasure map of the Nangong family?"

The old lady's face turned cold, and she said in a trembling voice: "You...how do you know."

Nangong Yu said with a smile: "Actually, I was there when you killed my father that day, grandma. I actually knew what you just said earlier." He poured another cup of tea and handed it to the old lady.

The old lady was furious immediately, she threw the teacup to the ground with her sleeves, and shouted: "You little thief." As soon as he softened, his body fell backwards on the chair, cursing in his mouth: "Little thief, you poison!"

Nangong Yu chuckled, and said calmly: "To deal with a master like you, how can you easily subdue him without secretly poisoning him?" Seeing that the old lady was still trying to improve her Qi luck, he immediately slapped her wrist, Just hearing a "click", the old lady's wrist bone broke immediately.

"Youming Bonebreaker?" The old lady endured the pain and said, "Since when did you get involved with that demon Murong Xian?"

Nangong Yu said: "Grandma, you are very knowledgeable, but I wonder if you have seen this poison before?" He took out a small medicine bottle from his bosom, and before the old lady could speak, he said: "This is the medicine of the holy religion." The secret medicine Ruanjinsan, grandma, you must have lost all your internal energy at this moment, and you will be like a disabled person."

"Bah!" The old lady spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm, but unfortunately the strength was weak and it fell on herself instead, "Don't shout so affectionately, you are a thousand times, ten thousand times more vicious than your father."

Nangong Yu laughed loudly when he heard the words: "You killed my father, and I am avenging myself by treating you like this now. But, if you honestly hand over the whereabouts of the treasure map, it may save a lot of money." Torture, but I have done my filial piety."

The old lady scolded: "You're delusional!" As soon as she finished saying the word "think", she bit off her tongue forcefully, and died after a short while, her eyes staring fixedly at you. Nangong Yu stared roundly.

Nangong Yu kicked her body to the ground, "Old thing, it's cheaper for you to just die like this." He bent down, reached out and groped on the old lady's body for a while, and suddenly found something, and hurriedly took it out At first glance, it turned out to be a letter with five big characters written "Nangongtang Qinqi".

He took out the letter and opened it for a look. The handwriting on it was steady and powerful, and each stroke was in the shape of a square and a circle, without any exposed sharpness.

"The benefactor of Nangongtang said: Since I left the king, I should visit the door, but the temple is full of trivial matters, and because of the chaos of the Jin people, I have not been able to make it. At that time, the benefactor entrusted his own child, leaving only 'Quzhou Fulongyou' Five words, and set a 20-year agreement."

When Nangong Yu read this, he couldn't help but secretly startled: "It turns out that Nangongtang escaped back then, and the real Nangong Yu was in the hands of this person." He continued to read:

"Although the poor monk didn't know why the benefactor was like this, he didn't dare to be negligent in his heart. Now he has brought up his son, but the poor monk didn't dare to be rude, so he only passed on some superficial skills to him. Dao, dare not make mistakes, special disciple Dao Hui delivered this secret letter to comfort you to miss your child, if you are lucky enough to see him, you will come to Shaolin Temple with Dao Hui, the poor monk should tell you the truth, Praise to Jun'an."

Nangong Yu glanced at the inscription, "Shaolin Temple can do it." Cursed: "This Fang Neng is cunning, he may have seen that Nan Gongtang was hunted down by the enemy back then, and now this letter has no clue who the real Nangong Yu is. It is really important not to reveal a word, but since Nangong Yu is still alive, maybe the treasure map is on him."

He crushed the letter with one hand, then burned it to ashes with a candle, and said to himself: "I thought it was enough troublesome to have someone surnamed Lu, and now I have to take care of the monk, but I'm afraid the person surnamed Lu will come now." I knew about the treasure map early in the morning, so I walked with the monk."

He suddenly thought of something again, and frowned, "Surnamed Lu? Could it be him? No wonder he can use the Five Elements Palm, but Master Murong clearly said that he had practiced kung fu to death, strange, strange."

Nangong Yu thought to himself that he still wanted to talk to that surname Lu for a while, so he hid his thoughts for the time being and took care of the old woman's body first.

While he was busy burying the body, Hong Ling was still counting on the old lady to repel Wanyan Xincun, and excitedly took Daohui and Lu Shangming to Wu Sangong's shop to taste delicious food.

Both Lu Shangming and Daohui had never seen this thing called "mushroom", and they couldn't stop talking for a while after eating it, especially Daohui, who couldn't wait to eat it with his hands, and couldn't help shouting: "San Gong benefactor, this How to grow shiitake mushrooms? The monk wants to bring them back to Shaolin, so that master and brothers can try them out.”

Hong Ling said: "Sangong, this little master is an eminent monk of Shaolin Temple, and he is an anti-golden righteous man like us, why don't you pass this mushroom method to him."

Wu Sangong said with a smile: "Young Master, what did you say? I didn't want to hide this trivial trick, here." He took out a book from his arms and handed it to Daohui, "I have already The methods and experience of these years have been recorded, and the little master will take it."

Daohui thanked him again and again, and then started to eat with his head down, which made Lu Shangming beside him couldn't help but want to see his funny appearance, perhaps because of the wet blood on Daohui's robe, but this time he didn't speak out to reprimand him.

Hong Ling suddenly patted the table and said, "It's a pity that I'm not good at martial arts, otherwise I wouldn't have hurt my little master."

Daohui's mouth was full, and he waved his hands to show that it was okay, but Lu Shangming asked, "You are Ling Yaoxian's apprentice, so you can call your master to help."

These words hit Hong Ling's weakness, and she shook her head and said, "Actually, when I was killing a golden dog, I happened to meet her, and I learned a few whipping tricks from her old man. Her apprentice?"

Dao Hui asked, "Is she very old?"

Hong Ling nodded, frowned and said: "She looks older than that old lady just now, and..." She lowered her voice deliberately, "She looks more like a villager who is used to farm work because of her rough hands and feet. Wife." She knew that her words were quite disrespectful, so she apologized repeatedly in her heart.

Dao Hui was curious, when he suddenly heard someone slamming on the table, and then a thick voice came, "You little girl, why are you talking nonsense, I have seen Lingyao Fairy, she is as beautiful as a fairy."

Everyone turned their heads to look, only to see that the speaker was a man, although his face was full of beards, his figure was thinner, he looked like a consumptive man, but he was still holding this long sword in his hand, although the scabbard was already very thin. It is worn out, but the hilt is covered with cloth bands, obviously it has been used frequently.

He unceremoniously threw the sword in his hand on the table where the three of Lu Shangming were sitting, stepped on the stool with his right leg, and stared straight at Hong Ling with a pair of bright eyes, as if he wanted to seek her bad luck.

by chance

Lu Shangming secretly laughed in his heart. Although this person behaved rudely, it is not difficult to see that he is a master based on the way and strength he threw the sword just now, but it was not yet clear how much he weighed.

Hong Ling didn't have such vision, so he stood up without showing any weakness, looked at the people up and down, and shouted: "You are not from the village, tell me, what is your purpose!" She wanted to reach out her hand to take out a weapon from her waist , who knew nothing, and then remembered that the silver whip was thrown outside the city gate by Wanyan Xincun.

The man with the appearance of a sick ghost laughed and said, "Why doesn't the dignified master have a good weapon, come, I'll give you this sword." He was also generous, and he really handed the long sword to Hong Ling.

Seeing that the sword was very broken, Hong Ling thought to himself that this person must be