Zhong Wen returned to the Piaohua Palace courtyard with the vegetable basket and saw a joyful atmosphere of reunion.
Nangong Ling was being surrounded by people from Piaohua Palace, asking for their welfare. She held Little Loli's hand and talked to Lin Zhiyun, Liu Qiqi, Yin Ning'er and Qiao Erniang, with a warm smile on her face. It was very different from Yamashita's temperament when he faced Zhong Wen.
The woman in green who followed Nangong Ling up the mountain stood far away, watching coldly without saying a word.
On the other side of the yard, Ning Fuzi and Ning Jie's grandfather and grandson were whispering, and there was a deep look of worry on the old man's dark face.
Zhong Wen couldn't bear to disturb Lin Zhiyun and others' long-awaited reunion, so he came to Old Master Ning and said with a smile: "Congratulations to Old Master Ning and Sister Ning for their reunion."
"Thank you, little brother." Mrs. Ning still has a good impression of Zhong Wen.
"Brother Zhong." When Ning Jie saw Zhong Wen, she was happy at first, and then her eyes dimmed again.
"Sister Ning is worried?" Zhong Wen couldn't help but ask.
"Brother Zhong, my grandfather and I originally wanted to attend a divine literature gathering, but now we took the wrong route. We wanted to get to the seaport within two days, but it was too late anyway." Ning Jie said with a little regret, "To go from here to Qinghai Province, you need to go around in a big circle. If you travel at normal speed, it will take at least eight or nine days."
"Can't you go directly from the back of Qingfeng Mountain?" Zhong Wen asked again, "I remember the palace owner's sister once said that straight ahead along the back of Qingfeng Mountain is the direction of Qinghai Province."
"I have also observed the terrain of Qingfeng Mountain in the past two days. It will take at least two days to climb over the back mountain. Even if grandpa can walk on the air, he will not be able to last that long." Ning Jie shook her head.
The words "Walking in the air" were heard in Zhong Wen's ears, making him tremble with shock.
This is a method only possessed by powerful spiritual masters.
Looking at the dark-skinned and unremarkable old man in front of him, Zhong Wen was secretly glad that he had not done anything rude just now at the foot of the mountain.
"At this point, unless the saint personally takes action, or borrows the spiritual vulture mount of the 'Fantasy Beast Sect', we don't have to think about this seminar anymore." Old Master Ning couldn't help but sigh, " Girl, don’t blame yourself too much. Grandpa is also responsible. He was so immersed in reading that he didn’t realize that you were separated."
The old man and the young man both had a bitter look on their face, which made Zhong Wen feel a little uncomfortable.
Hearing the word "spiritual eagle", Zhong Wen suddenly moved his spiritual skills and thought of the giant eagle in the back mountain.
"Mr. Ning, Sister Ning, things may not be turning around. I have an idea that you can try." He comforted him softly, "After dinner, I will take you to a place. If that person agrees to help, maybe you can still catch up."
"Really? Thank you, Brother Zhong." Ning Jie heard the words, her eyes lit up with hope, and she held Zhong Wen's arm with her slender hand, a hint of excitement in her tone.
"Thank you for your trouble, brother." Ning Fuzi did not hold out much hope. Instead, she was slightly surprised when she saw that her precious granddaughter was very close to Zhong Wen.
In his impression, this beautiful granddaughter only loved divine literature. After being arranged by him on several failed blind dates, she was somewhat repelled by young men.
Could it be that...my granddaughter can finally get married?
He looked at Zhong Wen again and realized that the young man in front of him was quite handsome and had a good temperament. Although he looked young, he had extraordinary strength. The old man couldn't help but ignite a glimmer of hope in his heart.
In the past few years, his requirements for his grandson-in-law have been lowered again and again. From a first-class man with both civil and military skills, to now, as long as he can meet Ning Jie's eyes and have a human-making tool, he has never been able to achieve his wish. Zhong Wen's performance , has completely exceeded his expectations.
Zhong Wen didn't know what Master Ning was thinking. He was delayed for a long time at the foot of the mountain. He hurried to the kitchen to prepare lunch. Fortunately, Leng Wushuang came over to help consciously. With the tacit cooperation of the two, they finally got there. At normal meal times, all dishes are served to the table.
During lunch, Nangong Ling saw the bustle in Piaohua Palace. In addition to Shangguan's nephew and Leng Wushuang, there were also Qiao Erniang and four little girls, plus two pairs of guests, Shen Dachui's grandson and Ning Fu's son and grandson. The entire lobby was so packed that there was almost no room to sit down.
After eating a few mouthfuls of food, Nangong Ling couldn't help but sigh, and looked at Zhong Wen with a pair of eyes as clear as water: "I finally understand why master left you on the mountain. Being able to make such delicious food, don't say He is a man, even if he is a prisoner, I can’t bear to let him go.”
Just now, she had confirmed Zhong Wen's identity from Lin Zhiyun.
"Sister Nangong, thank you." Zhong Wen said with a smile.
"Nangong?" Shangguan Junyi met Nangong Ling for the first time, "Could he be from the Nangong family?"
Lin Zhiyun quickly introduced the two of them, but saw that Shangguan Junyi looked a little pale, and Shangguan Mingyue had an indignant look on her face.
"Shangguan?" Nangong Ling's heart moved and he remembered some rumors from that year.
"Who is Nangong Lin to you?" Shangguan Junyi calmed down and asked slowly.
"Nangong Tianxing is my father, and Nangong Lin is my second uncle." Nangong Ling did not hide it, but asked openly, "Is Elder Shangguan the lady from the Shangguan family who was engaged to my second uncle back then? ?”
"How can our family dare to compete with your Nangong family?" Shangguan Mingyue saw that her aunt's face was getting paler and she couldn't help but sarcastically said.
The air in the lobby suddenly solidified, and I could feel the unfriendly atmosphere on both sides. The unsuspecting melon-eating people stood aside and did not dare to take a bite.
"I'm sorry." Unexpectedly, Nangong Ling did not refute. Instead, he stood up, bowed solemnly, and said in a sincere tone, "What happened back then was not done right by the Nangong family."
"Is an apology enough?" Shangguan Mingyue didn't buy it. "If your family wants to break off the engagement, then break off the engagement. Why spread rumors and maliciously slander my aunt? Do you know what my aunt has been through these years?"
"In Nangong Lin's eyes, both Elder Shangguan and my niece are nothing more than tools. It doesn't matter if he sacrifices one or two tools for his reputation." Nangong Ling said with a wry smile, "Don't talk about Elder Shangguan. , I am Nangong Ling, I am afraid that they will soon send me to Xiao Wuqing’s bed and become the link between the two families.”
"What! Ling'er, you want to marry Xiao Qingwu?" Lin Zhiyun was surprised when she heard this.
"Master, when Nangong Tianxing wrote the letter and lied about being seriously ill, he just wanted to trick me into going back to get married." There was a hint of bitterness in Nangong Ling's words. After all, you can't escape the fifteenth grade after getting into the first grade of junior high school. I think Nangong Tianxing is probably determined to marry into the Xiao family this time."
"It's really a cycle of cause and effect..." Shangguan Mingyue also mocked.
"Stop talking, Yue'er." Shangguan Junyi interrupted her niece, and her face recovered a little, "What Miss Nangong said is not wrong. A woman who was born into a wealthy family cannot help herself. Back then, The matter was done by Nangong Lin and has nothing to do with her."
Shangguan Mingyue curled her lips and said nothing, but she was not relieved in her heart.
"Sister Shangguan, do you like this Xiao Qingwu?" Zhong Wen suddenly interrupted.
"He has raised a whole villa of women. At least one-third of the ladies in the imperial capital must have some unexplainable affair with him." A trace of disdain flashed in Nangong Ling's eyes, "Do you think I will like him? ?”
"Since you don't like it, just don't marry." Zhong Wen wrote lightly, "Why bother?"
"Father's orders are hard to disobey. If Nangong Tianxing really wants me to marry Xiao Qingqing, wouldn't it be unfilial if I refuse to obey even to the death?" Nangong Ling bit her lips lightly, "This is how wealthy families are. They cannot make their own decisions about their children's marriages."
"It's really ridiculous. The most important thing between men and women is to be happy with each other." Zhong Wen comes from the Internet era, and the concept of free love has long been ingrained. "If you want to be filial to your parents, take good care of them. Marriage is your own business, of course. You should make the decision yourself.”
As soon as these words came out, everyone present was moved and looked at Zhong Wen with shock in their eyes, as if he had said something treacherous.
Only Liu Qiqi looked at him with eyes full of approval. Leng Wushuang, Yin Ning'er and Xiao Luoli didn't have any idea about the affairs of the aristocratic family, and they didn't think Zhong Wen's words mattered. Shocking.
"Zhong Wen, you are still young and you are not from a wealthy family." Lin Zhiyun thought this was the concept of marriage in ancient times and was worried that he would reveal his identity. She winked and covered it up for him, "You don't have many things in the world today. clear."
"Sister Palace Master, you don't understand." Zhong Wen pretended not to see her hint, "Parents work hard to raise their children. When the parents are old and weak, the children should take good care of them. This is filial piety, but it is not It is sacrificing the lifelong happiness of the children for the sake of the parents’ selfish interests.”
"It's just you who thinks so, but you can't change the world." Nangong Ling knew the imperial power and the power of the aristocratic family well, and believed that what Zhong Wen said was just wishful thinking and a beautiful vision.
"There are tens of millions of people in the world, and it's hard to change everyone's opinions. How can everyone think the same way." Zhong Wen's voice became more firm. "The reason why my sister thinks it is difficult to change other people's ideas is just because you are not strong enough. If you are A saint, let’s see if the Nangong family still dares to force you to marry?”
"Of course I don't dare." Nangong Ling said calmly, "But how many saints can there be in the world?"
"All of you here are cultivators." Zhong Wen continued, "Zhong Wen dares to ask, why are you practicing so hard?"
This soul question made the people in the lobby fall into deep thought.
"It's just to gain great power, and the reason why you need power is not to control your own life?" Zhong Wen's voice became louder and louder, "If it's not to gain great freedom, then I advise you, It’s better to stop practicing such meaningless things early!”
At this moment, whether it was Lin Zhiyun, Nangong Ling, Shangguan Junyi, or Shangguan Mingyue, they all felt like a wake-up call. They felt a hint of enlightenment in their hearts, as if Zhong Wen had answered a question that they had been thinking about for a long time.
Ning Jie looked at Zhong Wen, who was making an impassioned speech, with an indescribable dazzling light in her eyes.
What a young man who knows everything about the world!
Master Ning cheered in his heart.
This kid is a threat.
The woman in green clothes sat quietly aside, with a cold light shining in her eyes.
