Chapter 777 Good Grandson
Chapter 777 Good Grandson
"Everything is unpredictable."
The hot wind blows on my face and the reed leaves sway.
Liang Qu stood on the river bank and saw two tower ships in the lead, accompanied by many warships, leaving the port. He felt inexplicably moved.
The story of the Octopus King is not over yet, a huge snowy mountain jumps out first.
Jian Zhongyi's confession was undoubtedly like throwing a huge rock into the calm lake, causing huge waves in the entire Pingyang.
Fortunately, Jian Zhongyi jumped out early. Last night, only Liang Qu was able to rest because he was responsible for "contacting" Haifangzhu. The people from Hebo Office and Sanfasi almost did not sleep all night, and Su Guishan did not even come back for dinner.
In order to prevent the new master from escaping halfway, he took a cartilage pill and set up restrictions. He was still personally escorted by the two Zhenxiang masters Wei Lin and Xu Yuelong.
There is no need to worry about the lack of a palace lord. According to Jian Zhongyi, he had arranged everything before he confessed. At least there will be no problems within this year, and the new palace lord will be able to take over smoothly.
"It's not peaceful."
Liang Qu broke off a reed, plucked off the leaves, and threw it casually, and it sank into the swamp like a sharp arrow.
He felt that he was very lucky to be reborn in Pingyang. Although there was a Ghost Mother Cult nearby that was ready to make some moves, it was a cowardly group with no foundation and would only become weaker if it died.
The Daxue Mountains, Beiting and Southern Xinjiang are completely different. They have their own bases. They have been defeated repeatedly and have fought again and again.
If you really end up in a border area, life will be very difficult.
Passing by the teahouse.
The villagers were discussing it very enthusiastically and the place was almost packed.
After such a big incident, many people even took a break from farm work and came out to listen to the first-hand news. After one wave of discussion was over, new ignorant people joined in, and the original listeners became new narrators.
"Hey, I heard that Master Jian was harmed by some scripture called "Greed, Anger, and Ignorance". His mind was confused and he did the wrong thing. He couldn't help himself."
"You're confused? Is that true?"
"Why else would it happen so suddenly? No one is investigating or caring. He admitted it himself. He must have found his conscience."
Conscience discovery?
Liang Qu stopped when he heard the villagers' discussions.
Yes.
He had the old monk's reminder, and after years of getting along, he had a sense of closeness and distance, so he was full of "prejudice" against the Daxueshan Mountain. Even though Jian Zhongyi had helped him before, when he learned that he had been involved with the evil monk, he still thought that Jian Zhongyi was pretending.
But what Jian Zhongyi did, in the eyes of outsiders...
"I never thought that when Lord Jian came to Pingyang, I went to see him riding the Qinglong. He was so cool. I think he was only slightly inferior to Lord Liang." The toothless fisherman talked a lot. When he was excited, he raised his little finger, stepped on the stool with one foot, and looked over the villagers, "Lord Liang!"
The fishermen all turned their heads.
The teahouse was immediately in an uproar.
"Mr. Liang is here! Mr. Liang, you are very knowledgeable. Please tell us what happened to Master Jian?"
"Yes, yes, tell us!"
"Hey, what's the point of knowing so much? Can it buy an extra jar of rice or two more pounds of meat?"
Everyone laughed.
The person asking the question was not too embarrassed: "I have nothing to do, so I just gossip!"
"That's right. Besides, we can't get any extra rice or meat here, but if we meet Mr. Liang, we can get an extra cup of tea!"
"Ha, Chen Erniu, you little brat." Liang Qu casually threw two coins onto the table and said, "Drink it."
"Thank you, Sir Liang!"
"Don't thank me, thank Madam Liang."
"Thank you very much, Madam Liang!"
……
"what to do?"
The figure stood sideways, wearing a slim-fitting martial arts uniform, Long Eying folded her arms and leaned against the door wall, while a small mirage dragon was circling left and right like a pendant.
"Did you hear that?"
"Can't hear?"
The teahouse on the pier was some distance away from home, but it obviously could not escape the master's ears.
"You can listen, you can listen. Can't everyone call you Madam Liang?"
"What did you call me?" Long Eying squinted her eyes and chuckled.
"Mrs. Liang."
"Shout again."
"Madam Liang, Madam Liang..." Liang Qu held Long Eying's waist and shouted as he entered the courtyard. He found that the door of the west wing was closed again. "Where is the master?"
"The master has gone into seclusion." The out-of-place little mirage dragon turned around and couldn't wait to answer first.
"Did you say anything?" "Tell the boss if there is any new news. Write a note and put it under the porcelain bowl for meals every day. Don't worry, I will help keep an eye on it!" Little Mirage Dragon patted his chest.
"Thanks a lot."
Long Eying scratched the little mirage dragon's chin.
The little mirage dragon flicked its tail happily.
Last night, the old monk knew what Jian Zhongyi had done, but he didn't say much, nor did he explain his intentions too much.
Liang Qu didn't know what the old monk was thinking, but no matter what decision he made, he would definitely support it and make sure that the old monk had nothing else for him to do.
"It's mid-August. Practice with me again and go to Haiyuan Palace in the evening."
"it is good."
……
Deep water area.
The white dragon danced wildly and the earth shook.
Boom boom boom!
Endless frost spread, the entire area of water was covered in frost, and the mud and sand were filled with icicles.
A cross-border sparring match still ended with the white ape being frozen, but it lasted longer than last time.
Take a break.
The white ape disappeared, and Liang Qu took two deep breaths, feeling quite satisfied. He also gained more experience in avoiding large-scale damage.
"The Third Prince has the ability to create dreams. After practicing sparring with him once, the elders will be able to practice sparring with him in dreams, right?" Long Eying asked.
"I'm afraid I can't control myself." Liang Qu said frankly, "I can only practice hard in the dream. It's okay to practice with others, but I'm afraid I won't be trapped in it if I practice with you."
Little Mirage Dragon's dream can be described as "omnipotent". The feeling is no different from the real world, whatever he wants will come true. However, Liang Qu never uses it to do other things. He uses it all to practice martial arts, for fear that he will be trapped in it one day.
Some things should not be used because once you use them, you will become dependent on them and even ignore people in real life.
There must be evil thoughts in people’s hearts.
Sometimes Liang Qu would even have some impure thoughts about Long Yao and Long Li. He was not ashamed of it. After all, he was very young and it was normal to have some impure thoughts, but he would not be proud of it.
"Why is it so easy to get stuck when practicing against me?"
Liang Qu narrowed his eyes: "You did it on purpose, didn't you?"
"Do you ever think about this in your dreams, Elder?"
"My heart is as calm as still water!"
Long Eying blinked and pulled at the corner of her clothes.
"Yes, yes, that's enough!"
Liang Qu was defeated and did not give E Ying a chance to ask more questions. He hugged E Ying around the waist and sailed to the vortex waterway and headed to Haiyuan Palace.
Autumn is coming.
There can't be any relaxation or carelessness.
……
Qingzhou.
The courtyards were laid out in layers, with high white walls and overhanging eaves that blocked most of the sunlight, preventing it from illuminating the darkness of the inner rooms.
Jian Tianyuan sat tiredly on the rattan chair with a frown on his face.
After an unknown amount of time, his brows relaxed and he let out a long sigh.
The little girl, about fifteen or sixteen years old, stood up, rinsed her mouth, wiped the corners of her mouth, and wanted to help Jian Tianyuan undress.
“It’s really rotten.”
Not knowing what he was thinking about, Jian Tianyuan frowned again.
"Grandmaster." The girl who had untied her belt suddenly looked up, "I forgot to tell you before that when you came here, Master Xiaoxian and Master Xiangming asked you to go to the Bamboo Forest Garden."
"Zhulinyuan, what are you doing?"
"I don't know, maybe it has something to do with Master Zhongyi. Master Zhongyi wrote to me in the first half of the year saying that he had found an opportunity to become a master and would go home in September. Now, at the end of August, maybe it's this matter."
"My good grandson?" Jian Tianyuan smiled brightly when he heard the name. "In the whole Jian family, Zhongyi is the most filial. He is willing to spend a lot of money to give him a birthday gift. My love for him when he was a child was not in vain. Got it, go down first."
"Yes."
The girl turned around and left.
Jian Tianyuan stared at him for a while, and when he was about to leave, he suddenly called him.
"Lotus seeds are ripe in August. Go home and tell your mother that I want to drink the brown sugar lotus seed soup she makes. You and your mother can bring a bowl of it later."
The girl paused and bowed.
"Yes, old man."
(End of this chapter)