All the bad fate quietly formed a tight clue in the Dragon King's heart after leaving Cui Huichun Restaurant.

The Dragon King, who was belatedly aware of the situation, felt very heavy on the way back.

However, this scene was remembered by Zhang Que. He really wanted to know how the Dragon King, who had taken advantage but had a sad face, felt.

And Long Xihe, who had the same doubts, naturally wanted to know why such a result made the Dragon King so melancholy.

"Master Long really made a big splash for Wu She Tang today!"

"Yes, think about how many years have passed. Just with the title of a former chief envoy, Zheng Rui can cover the sky with one hand."

"Covering the sky with one hand? Brother Xihe, I beg to differ!"

"What does Brother Zhang mean?"

"Haha, look!"

Zhang Que's finger seemed to be deliberately arousing the emotions of the returnees. They looked along Zhang Que's hand and found that the direction of the finger was most of Min City under the control of Wu She Tang.

"It is no one's turn to judge whether Mincheng is good or bad! No matter whether it is the chief envoy or the county government, they are all outsiders without exception. In fact, only Wu She Tang is the crouching tiger in this territory!"

The show off and flattery were just to deliberately arouse the Dragon King's opinions. However, after this flattery, the Dragon King seemed to calm down a lot. He smiled lightly and suddenly stopped with his hands behind his back.

Then he looked at the two of them mysteriously and suddenly laughed.

Both of them were particularly puzzled by the Dragon King's attitude. But at this moment, the Dragon King looked back at the long queue behind him, put a finger on his mouth and hissed, and suddenly said to the two of them: "The crow in the past.

Snake Hall has become a shadow. Today, Wu Snake Hall will be brought to the surface, and its actions will be even more eye-catching. In fact, none of us should be here. Maybe Wu Snake Hall shouldn’t be here today!”

"Why is this? We are not..."

"Shh! Don't say anything! I already feel that someone wants to put us under his nose!"

"Who? Someone wants to mess with us?"

The wind coming from the Dragon King shocked those who were accompanying him, and several hall masters led by them crowded over.

But at this moment, the Dragon King suddenly stopped. He felt a cramp in his abdomen, and after a moment's thought, he exclaimed: "Damn it! He's tricking me!"

Everyone felt baffled, and when they reacted, the Dragon King spat blood on the ground and collapsed.

No one knows what happened to the Dragon King. The only one who can guess is Long Xihe.

The moment the Dragon King fell, he glanced at Zhang Que subconsciously, to avoid being noticed, and suddenly he entered the crowd to help lift up the Dragon King who fell to the ground.

Any clues will always make people daydream, especially the disparity in status, they will pay attention to every detail. Zhang Que also fell into deep thought the moment the Dragon King fell to the ground.

He didn't know what he would face next. Due to the special reasons of hopelessness and uncertainty, Zhang Que's heart was like a hanging stone that refused to fall for a long time.

Accepting failure is always the principle of Jianghu people. After officially announcing that the assassination failed, Ma Jingqian temporarily escaped and returned to Qianjiazhai.

It’s the autumn harvest, but the winter here makes everything slow down almost indefinitely.

Time was running out, and he had to make an explanation, whether it was himself or the contract.

When my tired feet stepped into the pine forest, I finally breathed a sigh of relief. The knife on my back was wrapped several times in tight cotton cloth. From a distance, I looked like a farmer and hunter.

The terraced fields are close to the pine forest. Although autumn has nothing to do with this place, it is already the autumnal equinox. For the villagers who often sleep here, they know the harvest time by listening to the solar terms.

After bypassing the beam, he put on his bamboo hat, closed his eyes and listened carefully to the sound of the wind on the mountain beam.

The sounds of children playing and the laughter of old farmers are all the reasons for his deep love for this land.

But there are many people talking, and some unforgettable things from the past often come to mind in the quietest moments.

As time passed, Ma Jingqian also learned not to look back and dwell on it. He smiled regretfully, and when a burst of crisp laughter came and attracted him, he unconsciously relaxed his long-standing vigilance.

On the terraced road facing the sun, a group of figures were walking towards the pine forest. It was Xiao Xi'er who sang loudly about the flowers of her hometown.

The miserable fate finally maintained a beautiful episode, starting from getting to know Xi'er and becoming familiar with his habits.

He put away his tired spirit and turned back down the mountain. The figures on the terraced path in the distance were getting thinner and thinner, so Ma Jinggan dared to walk over.

"Abba!"

Xi'er could smell his dearest person from far away, even though he was tightly wrapped in patched linen clothes.

The old man who came with him was Master Yang, a miraculous doctor. This was the first time in the past year that he had walked such a long way. When he walked in front of Jing Gan, he was almost unrecognizable.

"Uncle Yang!"

Since the two brothers and sisters Baiyi passed away in Qianjiazhai, the old master has become the closest person to Jinggan. The last time they met was in midsummer last year. It was a rainy season and there was a heavy snowfall in Qianjiazhai.

Xi'er excitedly threw herself into Jingqian's arms. The child seemed to have regarded Ma Jingqian as his father from his consciousness. As long as Jingqian was around, he would always have a smile on his face.

"For daddy."

Xi'er held a sweet potato covered in mud with both hands and held it in front of Jingqian. At this moment, his cold heart was about to melt. A hot tear fell on his weathered cheek. He bent down and held Xi'er in his hands. hand.

"It's been another year, Jingqian, Xi'er has grown up, and what he misses most is you."

Master Yang sighed and moved slowly and sat on the low cliff by the roadside.

Jingqian felt anxious in an instant. He was silent for a long time, took out a bell from his pocket and gave it to Xi'er, "Xi'er, go home first. The fire in the house is lit. Grandpa Yang and I will then Come!"

After Xi'er walked away, Jingqian still looked at Xi'er intently. While looking at Xi'er, he sighed: "This seems to be my home, but it doesn't seem to be. It's just like the tea horse. I don't know if it's right to go back." It’s still wrong, I can’t find a reason.”

"Recently, I heard from the folks who came from Mincheng that there is a lot of chaos there now. Now that I'm back, I'll stay with Xi'er." The old master said and threw a pill into his mouth, "I take medicine to maintain my health. After one year, I don’t know how far I can go.”

After saying that, he took out a bracelet from his pocket. It was a bracelet made of cow bones and red rope.

"I found this from the burned down house. Check to see if it belongs to you."

Jingqian didn't take it seriously at first. He had no choice in many of the problems that troubled him. It wasn't until he saw the bracelet that the old master took out that he felt like he had been stabbed in the heart.

He slowly took the bracelet and when he touched the polished cow bones, he saw a line of small words. There was a name written on the cow bones at both ends.

"Ma...respect...fuck..."

His lips twitched slightly, and when he read the name above, Jingqian once again fell into that beautiful memory.
Chapter completed!