On the Lingshan Mountain, a man who ran away from home because of different ideas was finally caught up after seven days and seven nights.
The young man in green held a book about an inch behind in his arms, and looked impatiently at the young girl in white who was standing in front of him. Both of them looked young, and they were both tired at the moment.
"Come back, the door of the Ying family will always be open for you."
Looking at her little brother who had run away from home, the girl tried to persuade him, hoping that he could change his mind.
When the young man heard this, he remembered what happened before he ran away from home, and his expression became more and more impatient:
"I am destined to be inferior to you. Even if I go back, I will be looked down upon by my father for the rest of my life. Why bother?"
His name was Ying Yunqian, and he was the son of the master of the single front, the old man Ying Chaoyang of Tianjian. The person who stood in front of him was called Ying Hongxue, and she was his sister.
Since Ji Shanfeng only passed down one lineage, the elder sister who was more talented was valued by her father and received more teachings. When the two of them fought to decide who was the successor of Ji Danfeng, he was defeated by himself as expected. In the hands of my sister.
Regardless of what happened next, he could no longer bear that kind of life and chose to run away from home.
I carried nothing else with me except my favorite book. Unexpectedly, I was still caught up today.
Moreover, the tone of his voice disgusted him as soon as he met her.
Seeing her brother's fierce reaction, Ying Hongxue was anxious and quickly explained:
"You misunderstood. Father has other high expectations for you, which is not what you think."
In her heart, her father's status as Ying Chaoyang is still unshakable.
Her words were like adding fuel to the fire, making Ying Yunqian's reaction even more intense:
"Misunderstanding? Ha, in the past seven days, I have never forgotten his contemptuous look!"
The tone was full of sarcasm and showed no respect for his father, which also aroused Ying Hongxue's displeasure:
"Yunqian, you are not allowed to speak of father like this!"
At this point, the conflict has become irreconcilable. As the words between the two sides become more intense, things begin to move towards an irreversible situation:
"This is the last time you teach me a lesson, Ying Hongxue!"
Ying Yunqian called him by his first name, which meant that he could no longer bear such a family. He wanted to pursue his own future instead of being imprisoned by the so-called extreme single front for his whole life.
His words also made Ying Hongxue, her sister, angry. No matter how hard she tried, she chose the method she thought was most appropriate:
"You! Well, since you are so determined, there is nothing more to say. I will wait for you at the top of the sword.
If you have the ability, you can stand in a position where you can compete with me. "
The answer I got was a poisonous oath and a determination to draw a clear line with the past:
"That's exactly what I meant. If I don't stand on the top, unless the mountain has no edges and the sky and the earth merge, otherwise I, Ying Yunqian, will never step foot in the door of the Ying family again for the rest of my life."
After putting down the words, Ying Yunqian didn't stay any longer and left with the book in his arms.
…………
"The dazzler should say that you are so kind that it makes you sick, or you are so cold-blooded that you are frightened."
Di Ming's comments still echoed in his ears, making Lin Chongyang want to laugh. Although he no longer cared about what others thought of him, he still wanted to laugh.
This kind of comment is the most interesting comment he has heard in the past three thousand years, and it has not yet been one of them.
The Jade Rabbit gradually sank to the west. Because Haoxing's exploration of the dragon had now come to an end, Lin Chongyang was not in a hurry to turn into light and go on his way, but walked on the earth like an ordinary person.
After getting rid of distracting thoughts, he stopped thinking about those trivial matters and began to review some arrangements.
From the father of Huahuan to Haoxing to explore the dragon, strictly speaking, it can be regarded as returning from a catastrophe in advance. Although he has some criticisms about man's destiny, he is still willing to help Haoxing to explore the dragon.
The situation has developed to this point. The so-called bloody plan no longer needs to include the best of people. Such sacrifices can be avoided if possible.
In the future, Zong Hengzi will help him solve the remaining problems from the past, whether it is the Beast King War God Ni, the Forbidden City Poppy, or Leng Piaomiao.
As for Di Ming's body, it points to Mo Shi. As long as he is willing to investigate, it is not difficult to know. However, Lin Chongyang is not interested in how he will move. It is just a free move.
When the problems in the elf world are resolved, Zong Hengzi will be able to follow up, and some planned actions can also begin.
Boom!
At this moment, bursts of muffled thunder sounded in the sky. Looking up, I saw wind-swept clouds covering the sky, and the stars covered the sky and shone with light.
"Um?"
After Lin Chongyang withdrew his gaze, he calmly formed an oil-paper umbrella, opened it, and continued walking with the blessing of his own true energy.
That's not to say that we can't go on our way in this weather, it's just because there's no need to be so unworldly.
The dark clouds in the sky are getting lower and lower, and the night is getting darker and darker. It is almost impossible to see the five fingers. Lightning flashes across the sky, like the Milky Way falling from the sky, causing the earth to alternate between pale and dark.
Suddenly——
The lightning was like a fire dragon, spanning thousands of miles across the sky, and then there was a roar, but it was a heavy rain followed by thunder. The wind suddenly came, leaves fell from the woods, dust rolled in the sky, and the heavy rain was pouring down with magnificent momentum.
Amidst the chaotic sound of rain, people walking in the forest suddenly heard the sound of chaotic footsteps, approaching from far away.
Bah, bah, bah!
At the same time, the boy's vague complaints were also covered up by the sound of thunder and rain:
"It rains all the time. It doesn't matter if I get wet. What if the book gets wet?"
If he hadn't been born with five senses far superior to those of ordinary people, he wouldn't have been able to hear the specific content clearly in such weather.
Chaotic footsteps were approaching quickly. They were young people running around in the heavy rain. Just as Lin Chongyang was walking along the forest path, he was about to turn.
boom!
"ah!"
He collided with the oncoming young man, and the Zhen Yuan holding the umbrella vibrated lightly, and the powerful counter-shock force directly knocked the young man away.
In the midst of the lightning and flint, Lin Chongyang's figure was seen moving together, catching up with the figure flying out in the darkness, and reaching out to help him stabilize his body.
The rainwater pouring from the lake and the sea was blocked, and even the wet clothes were easily evaporated by the contact at that moment.
The two people who landed smoothly stood quietly under the umbrella. After a few breaths passed, the young man's dazed mind cleared up and he finally realized what had just happened.
Through the light of lightning, the young man could vaguely see the appearance of the person in front of him:
"Ghost!"
Suddenly the clouds dispersed, and I could still see the rising sun rising over Dongshan Mountain. The dark sky began to clear up, and mist suddenly appeared in the forest.
"..."
This dramatic scene happened within a few breaths. Even Lin Chongyang was stunned for a moment when he heard this long-lost call:
"Red-haired ghost!"
"The red-haired ghost is here, run, run!"
"Help! You two wait for me!"
Turning his mind from the past, Lin Chongyang looked down at the young man in green shirt with a subtle expression:
"Do I look like a ghost?"
