Ever since Jin Tiaojiang was rescued by Jin Jinghong, he had been in a coma and did not wake up until five years later. I don't know whether it is because he has been sleeping for too long, but Jin Tiaojiang's appearance is much more vicissitudes than before, and it is almost difficult to see the handsome and elegant appearance he once had.
When Jin Jinghong brought Jin Tongjiang back that day, he just told his clansmen that he was a senior member of his clan who was living abroad, and asked the clansmen to take good care of him. But since Jin Tiaojiang woke up, his personality suddenly became withdrawn, and he found an uninhabited cave to station himself. Jin Jinghong couldn't stand Jin Tiaojiang's stubbornness, so he had no choice but to let him go.
After a period of adaptation, he finally gradually returned to his old life and learned about his father, Kim Jong-zheng, and felt extremely painful in his heart. Now that his appearance has changed, he appears in the Jinpeng clan as Jin Yi, using a cynical attitude to numb the deep pain in his heart.
Although Jin Jinghong also wanted to communicate with Jin Tongjiang in the hope of getting the latter's life back on track, it was a pity that the latter had an indifferent attitude and had to draw a clear line with him no matter what, and the relationship between the two gradually became alienated. . Only in the dead of night can the lonely sound of tossing and turning be heard in the cave.
Jin Jinghong counted with his fingers and found that ten years had passed since he became Jin Yi. It's a pity that no matter how cautious he was, even if he had "escaped" according to the mysterious man's instructions, he didn't expect that what was supposed to happen would eventually happen. He has been waiting for his punishment, but he doesn't know how long this punishment has been deviated by that "her".
Now that Jin Jinghong's son has inherited the position of King Jinpeng, the clan should be in a state of excitement. But on the contrary, the Jinpeng clan was still immersed in an atmosphere of sadness. The flickering candlelight spread all over the long street, leading straight to the depths of the back mountain...
In the back mountain of the Jinpeng tribe, two new graves stand side by side. The name on the left is "Jinpeng King Jin Jinghong" and the name on the right is "Best Friend Huang You". Although the night was already dark, the lines of text above were bright and fresh, and could also be said to be extremely dazzling. They were like heavy hammers, hitting the chest of the man in front of the grave.
Jin Tiaojiang stood unsteadily in front of the grave. Two lines of hot tears burst out from his turbid eyes. Along with a burst of sobs, they turned into pearls and bounced on the grass, disappearing in the soil.
"I just hate God for not opening his eyes! Why is it you who are in trouble and not me, the sinner!" Jin Tiaojiang lamented: "Jinghong, Brother Huang You... I can't help you! Jin Tiaojiang is here to give me You apologize!" After saying this, Jin Tiaojiang's knees weakened and he was about to kneel down, but before he could bend down, a gust of wind hit his face and held him up steadily.
This strong wind came and went in a strange hurry. Although Jin Tiaojiang's hair had been messed up by the strong wind, the candlelight on the ground did not move at all.
"Jinghong...Brother Huang You...are you not even willing to accept my apology?" Jin Tiaojiang was shocked when he felt the strange situation in front of him, then shook his head and smiled bitterly: "That's all...since you don't want to accept my apology. To apologize, then... I hope you two will not refuse this fine wine..."
As he spoke, Jin Tiaojiang moved a jar behind him to the front of him, and filled the empty bowl in front of him: "The name of this wine is 'Deep Boudoir'. You two must be very interested in its origin, so let me Come and talk to you two slowly..."
In the empty back mountain, lamentations could be heard from time to time, and laughter could be heard from time to time. The original chirping of insects and birds gradually became lonely, as if they were listening to this crazy man talking to himself, not daring to make any disturbing noise...
On the road leading to the back mountain, there were two Jinpeng tribesmen patrolling at night. According to the past time, they should have returned from patrolling the back mountain long ago. But at this time, both of their faces were pale, and their feet were moving very slowly.
"Is it really okay if we just go there like this?" A thin Jinpeng tribe member wearing golden armor on the left whispered.
"Don't worry! All the ghosts and legends in this world are just pretending to be gods! Trust me!" The man on the right is also wearing gold armor, but his figure is much stronger. As he speaks, he hangs the goggles on his chest. Then he put the helmet in his arms on his head.
Seeing this man looking like he was facing a formidable enemy, the thin Jinpeng tribe member suddenly broke into a cold sweat: "You...what are you doing?"
The sturdy man turned his head stiffly and forced a smile: "It's okay, I just tidied up my image... let's go! Otherwise it will be too late to hand over in a while!"
"Then...you go first!" The thin man said nervously with a suspicious look on his face.
"Let's go!" The sturdy man pursed his lips, then secretly took a few deep breaths, then bravely walked forward holding the torch.
The two of them arrived at the back mountain one after the other, but found nothing. The strong man held up the torch and pulled it around a few times, then turned around and smiled pretending to be relaxed: "Look at your timid appearance, let's see what you do when you patrol alone in the future!"
The thin man was about to speak, but suddenly his chin trembled, and he felt his heart almost raised to his throat, and his words became slurred: "Then...that..."
The strong man subconsciously followed the thin point and saw a black figure squatting in front of the grave, not knowing what he was doing. Suddenly a layer of white hair sweat appeared on his body, and he fell down with a frightened ouch. On the ground, and then without caring about anything else, he got up and pulled the thin one to escape.
The thin man was suddenly frightened and lost his mind for a moment. At this time, he had just been pulled a few steps, but he suddenly woke up, hurriedly broke away from the strong pull, and said with a solemn expression: "Then...is that the tomb of King Jinpeng over there!"
"Ah? It's... it seems to be... Amitabha... Don't be surprised... The two of us just happened to be passing by, and we didn't intend to disturb everyone's sleep..." The sturdy one responded while chanting.
Upon hearing this, the thin man grabbed the torch from the strong man's hand and turned around to return.
"You...what are you doing? Don't leave me!" When the strong man saw the thin one turning to leave, he hurriedly hugged the latter tightly.
The thin man struggled several times but couldn't break free, so he hurriedly explained: "That's the resting place of King Jinpeng over there. Even ghosts are the soul of King Jinpeng. I think King Jinpeng was so virtuous and respected during his lifetime that he took good care of us, so he won't be in trouble." Us! What I’m worried about is that someone with ulterior motives will take the opportunity to cause damage. If something goes wrong, we can’t afford it! Let me go quickly... I have to go back and take a look!”
The strong man heard this, so he gritted his teeth and followed the thin man to touch the grave of King Jinpeng...
Because the two of them didn't take a few steps away just now, they rushed back in a few breaths. They hurriedly came closer and took a look, but there was no trace of a human figure there. The two looked at each other, and both saw a burst of suspicion in each other's eyes. The black shadow just now was so real that it was impossible for both of them to be dazzled at the same time.
The two of them looked at the tomb for a week, and finally felt relieved when they saw that everything was safe and sound.
"Smells so good..." At this moment, the strong nose wrinkled and looked at the smell. I saw that King Jinpeng and the tomb next to him were extremely wet, and there was a strong aroma of wine. The smell must have come from here. "I have often heard that there are wild monkeys in the back mountain recently. I saw the black figure just now was stooped. I Guess...maybe that wild monkey came to steal the wine? You...why are you so stunned?"
Seeing that the thin one ignored him, the strong one also panicked and hurriedly pushed the person next to him.
"Oh, it's nothing... Look..." The thin man finally realized and lowered the firelight.
On the ground in front of the two tombs, where Jin Tiaojiang cried before, two buds sprouted, green and full of endless vitality.
"It turns out...it was King Jinpeng who showed up..." The strong breathing suddenly became rapid, and his eyes turned red for a while.
Then, the two of them bowed respectfully several times in front of the tomb, turned around and left with excitement on their faces...
Because Jin Tiaojiang didn't want anyone to know his identity, he hurriedly fled into the darkness when he felt someone was coming. Naturally, he didn't know what happened next. Now that his heart was relaxed, his expression became much more relaxed, and he took advantage of the night to head toward the secret room.
There have been a lot of things going on in the Jinpeng clan recently, and many patrolling soldiers have been called in to help. Therefore, Jin Tiaojiang arrived near the secret room without much evasion and hiding, and he felt relieved.
When I came here, I still pretended to be Jin Jinghong and caused trouble for the two guards. I don’t know what their expressions were like when they learned the truth, and whether they were punished for it?
This kind of old story has long been buried deep in Jin Tijiang's memory. If it weren't for the fact that he came here to explore things involving Hei Yi, I'm afraid he still wouldn't be able to remember it. Jin Caojiang sighed a few times, thinking that he must ask Jin Chengcheng if he got the chance.
But as he approached the secret room, his frown deepened, and he heard bursts of shouting coming from the direction of the secret room, as if someone was fighting. Jin Tiaojiang's face became solemn, thinking that something happened in the secret room?
At this time, Jin Yin had just assumed the position of Jinpeng King, so he must be too busy with many things. Now that the Jinpeng clan is in trouble, Jin Tiaojiang really can't bear to stand by and watch! What's more, now he still relies on the secret room to have what he needs, and he really doesn't want to see anything go wrong in the secret room!
Thinking of this, I saw him taking out a black handkerchief from his arms and covering his face with ease, then casually spreading his hair down to cover both sides of his face, and quietly hurried in the direction of the fight.
As Jin Tiaojiang slowly approached, the conversation between the two fighting parties gradually became clearer. He only heard a sharp and harsh sneer coming from one of them.
"Hehe, you still have a few moments left! But it's all in vain! Get out of my way!"
Then there was another firm voice, but it seemed to be mixed with a bit of weakness: "No! No one can enter the secret room without the order of King Jinpeng!"
"Fart! As an old man, do I still need other people's consent? Get out of my way quickly and don't get yourself into trouble!"
"I'm sorry! No one can enter the secret room without King Jinpeng's order...not even you, Third Young Master Jin!"
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