Back Off, Let Me Come

"This...this matter may not be easy to handle..."

The woman looked embarrassed.

"It's not that the little woman is shirk-y, it's just that there is chaos in the family now, and she can't care about it for the moment... Moreover, it was many years ago that Xiaolang was sent away. It's hard to say whether those objects are still there, so it's hard to say for a while. I dare not agree easily."

As he spoke, his eyes turned red.

Use a handkerchief to suppress the tears in the corners of your eyes.

When she first received the news and learned that the pillar of her family had been imprisoned in a place where it was rumored that one would shed a layer of human skin when entering, she felt as if the sky above her head was falling. If she wasn't the only mistress in the house and couldn't mess up the situation and influence people's hearts, she would have fainted on the spot. She also wanted to help the old man, but the actual conditions did not allow it.

The old man also knows things, but he can't go on a trip in vain and come back empty-handed. Then he asked: "Can you tell me what kind of difficulties you have encountered in the house? I might be able to help you with your advice..."

When the woman heard this, her eyes immediately lit up.

The joy on his face was like grabbing a life-saving straw.

"Seriously?" After asking, he realized something was wrong and hurriedly changed his words, "This, this is not questioning your ability, it's just that you are too happy..."

The old man said quietly: "Don't panic, take your time."

The woman calmed down and recounted the news she had received - she didn't know the details of what happened in the court, but she knew that her brother-in-law was ambitious and took advantage of her husband's absence from the clan to win over the clan elders and recruit troops in a high-profile manner. .

Now, they are cooperating with the rebel Huang Lie everywhere in the uprising, completely ignoring that his brother and his family are still being held hostage in Zheng Qiao's hands...

The woman looked bitter.

"My uncle is probably looking forward to the death of our family! I heard that back then, the elders of the clan wanted to inherit my uncle under the name of my father-in-law. After all, the master is the eldest son of the second wife, and adoption is not a good idea, but the father-in-law chose the master. The second wife. He had little savings, and his food and clothing were not as good as those of his eldest brother. My uncle had been resentful and dissatisfied for many years. As long as Master Lang dies, he can legitimately inherit the Qiu family..."

The woman gritted her teeth with despair on her face and said: "If Master Lang... unfortunately dies in the dungeon this time, my brother-in-law can still use the banner of 'avenging his brother' to gain a reputation as a brother, friend and respectful brother among the nobles... ...With such a benefit, how could he not be moved by it?"

The old man listened quietly the whole time.

After she finished speaking, she asked, "Is it just such a thing?"

The woman heard the hope: "Do you have a solution?"

"It's not a clever solution, but there is no problem in helping your family leave this dragon's den. Anyway, Zheng Qiao has been completely offended to death. Since staying here means death, there may be a way to survive if you escape." The solution is simple and crude.

The woman asked in surprise: "Prison robbery?"

With the ability of the old man, he can really do it.

"Um."

only--

"What Ayan was wearing back then was very important. If it's convenient, madam, please send someone to look for it..."

I made this trip just for that thing.

The woman understood when she heard this.

If you want the old man to help, you have to pay for it.

She quickly stood up and asked her servants to search the treasury.

Because he had passed the blood test and his appearance had some traces of the parents of the previous generation, after Ayan was brought back to the Qiu Mansion, he was carefully taken care of as the eldest heir. He was provided with the best food and clothing, and his belongings were properly preserved. . If he hadn't never grown up and looked uncool, so that people could see the clues, maybe the secret would have been carried into the coffin by the maidservant.

After that, Ayan was sent to the countryside to fend for himself. His existence became a taboo in Qiu Mansion. No one dared to mention it, and naturally his things were not deliberately disposed of. After a whole night of rummaging, the servants finally found the box in a dusty corner.

The box is not big and light, but the contents are fragmentary.

"Ayan, I finally found it!"

The old man pulled something away and pulled out something excitedly. It was a piece of wood pendant that was one finger long. It was dusty and could not be seen as valuable. The woman had no idea how precious this thing was, that it could make an old man who was used to big winds and waves care so much about it.

The old man calmed down and waved to the young man who was eating pastries: "Ayan, come to the teacher."

The young man put down the delicious pastries, obeyed the instructions, and let the old man put the wooden pendant on himself. He raised his hand and touched the piece of wood, his tone fluctuating slightly.

"Teacher, it's warm." It was obviously just a piece of wood, but it felt like smooth and warm jade when he touched it. It made him feel at ease, and even the hesitation that had been bothering him disappeared. Like an exhausted drowning man, he finally floated to the shore.

"Well, wear it well."

The young man heard this and put it into his lapel.

The woman was close enough to see clearly that the wooden pendant looked like a coffin. How unlucky is it to carry it with you?

But that's not what she should care about. What she cares about is when the old man will help her rescue her husband from prison. The old man did not break his promise and asked the woman to pack the belongings and arrange the carriage and horses. Once the Qiu family's parents were rescued, their family left immediately.

The woman did as she was told.

These things cannot be done in a day or two.

So the three old men were left to live temporarily in the house.

The young man among the three tidied up the guest room.

Just as he was about to call the old man and the young man to rest, he saw the young man holding his chin in one hand and playing with the lost wooden pendant with the other.

The young man took a look at it just now. He looked over it over and over, but couldn't see anything special about it. He didn't know what the old man was doing by traveling all this way. But, the next moment was a slap in the face - the pendant emitted a gleaming green light.

Then it turned into a brown wooden staff with an extended posture in the young man's hands, surrounded by sincere and mysterious mysterious totems. This pattern is similar to the group pattern on the boy's shoulder blade. The former is more complex, while the latter is more like a simplified version.

There was a bang.

The old man heard the noise and came over.

His eyes were fixed on the wooden stick, and his cheeks were tense.

The young man didn't notice their reactions. It was as if he had gotten a novelty. After playing with it for a few times, his eyes were suddenly attracted by a flash of strange color. Pointing to the swaying little red flower on the top of the wooden stick, he said, "Teacher, look, it's a flower."

There is a flower growing on the wood.

It's as abrupt as the only hair on a bald man's head.

The old man's attention was not on the flowers. Instead, he stretched out his trembling old hand and held the young man's cane-holding hand reverently. Tears rolled down his face, and his lips trembled as he uttered a few indistinct words. Listen carefully and you will realize that it is - "God has not abandoned our Gongxi clan..."

The boy didn't understand why the teacher was crying.

He raised his hand to wipe away his tears.

Asked: "Teacher, are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

The old man wiped away his tears and took a deep breath: "No, Ayan, just practice the method that the teacher taught you..."

The boy naturally did as he was told. When he saw the young man wearing the familiar high priest's garb, the old man felt completely at ease.

He touched the young man's head lovingly: "Very good, but you have to practice diligently in the next few years. Listen to the teacher and don't be in a hurry to open your wisdom apertures now. Staying innocent will allow you to focus more on your practice, which will get twice the result with half the effort... ...Ayan, there’s nothing wrong with being a little silly and innocent.”

"Yeah!" The young man smiled, "Listen to the teacher."

The young man had nowhere to complain.

Uninformed people would think that the young man was innocent, ignorant and harmless! In fact, how many bandits and gangsters did he kill by chopping melons and vegetables along the way? The old one is crazy and the young one is stupid. I don’t know what kind of harm they will do if they grow up for a few more years...

To the old man, plundering prisons and rescuing people was just a piece of cake. After finishing it, he continued on his way, not bothering to listen to the useless words of gratitude from everyone in the Qiu family. The three of them walked further and further towards a secluded mountain and old forest, intending to settle down.

The young man finally couldn't hold it any longer.

"What exactly do you want to do?"

"What do you think Ayan is hanging around his neck? He rushes into the world without any strength, and the end result is just being eaten by tigers, leopards and jackals. He needs the power to protect himself the most!"

"Just a piece of wood."

The old man made a surprising statement: "That is a national seal."

youth:"!!!"

The old man shook his head again and corrected his mistake.

"No, it's not the national seal. It's a gift from the gods. It just comes from the same source as the so-called national seals circulated outside... Whether it's the national seal or the divine staff... they are actually things given by the gods... Yes , that’s it…”

youth:"……"

Silently rolled his eyes.

The old thing is going crazy again.

As the only normal person among the three, he felt that he was under great pressure. He had to take care of the old and the young at the same time. I don’t know when this day will end.

He yawned and prepared to catch up on his sleep.

at the same time--

Two fiery figures broke into Gong Xiqiu's camp at night - to be precise, one of them forced the other. Just as he was about to put on his clothes and go to bed, he was so frightened that he sat up straight.

When he saw the person, he said helplessly: "Alai, is there anything you can't discuss tomorrow?"

"It's too late tomorrow! We have to ask clearly today!" Gong Xilai grabbed Yang Ying's hand, pushed it in front of Gong Xiqiu, and asked hurriedly, "Brother, do you see any changes in her?"

Gong Xiqiu was wrapped in a quilt, his legs crossed, and his mouth was pursed.

"How can she change? Or is it because the conditions in the military camp are not good, she is very angry, and she has acne on her face?"

Gong Xilai was so anxious that he stamped his feet.

He grabbed the quilt that Gong Xiqiu was covering tightly and shook him.

"Angry, angry, Aying is angry!"

Gong Xiqiu followed Gong Xi's force and was shaken from side to side like a big doll. He didn't react for a moment: "She's not pretending to be a corpse right now. Why is she so angry?"

"That's not why you're so angry!"

Gong Xiqiu stopped shaking: "Then what's the anger?"

"Martial spirit!" Yang Ying answered.

At first glance, Gong Xiqiu thought he had tinnitus.

"What's wrong with you?"

Gong Xilai said ecstatically: "What a martial spirit!"

After all, Yang Ying was born into a general family, and her father, Mr. Yang, had never restricted her from wielding swords or guns. He also felt that learning some martial arts would help his daughter stay healthy, make her less likely to get sick, and make it easier for her to make a living.

Now that she is alone, she needs more strength to protect herself, and she dare not stop practicing martial arts for a day.

Just now I don’t know why——

The energy of heaven and earth, which has been unable to stay in the meridians, can suddenly be absorbed! Yang Ying was confused at first, then ecstatic, and shared the news with Gong Xi Lai beside her. Then he was captured by Gong Xilai and brought to seek revenge on Gong Xilai.

"I couldn't do it before, but now I can suddenly...Brother, do you think today is a special day? You see, Aying can do it, can I do it too?" Gongxilai said a lot of words, but he didn't give Opportunity to interrupt.

Gong Xiqiu looked serious and took Yang Ying's pulse.

Although it was weak enough to be ignored, it was indeed a wisp of martial energy, which meant that Yang Ying could practice.

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Yang Ying was able to practice because Gong Xiqiu recognized her as belonging to his own camp, and Ayan had obtained the divine staff at the moment and was the high priest of this generation, so Yang Ying benefited indirectly. In fact, I’m quite looking forward to the female generals from all sides fighting against each other_(:з」∠)_