He was born into a high-ranking clan like the Lu family in Fanyang, but he didn't look like a childish person. Although Lu Jinghong looked a little bit second, he probably wasn't himself either.

Does this knife-maker have any origin?

After taking a look at An Jing for a while, she still couldn't see any movement there. Ouyang Rong withdrew his gaze.

Before leaving, he looked inward and saw no movement in the merit tower.

Then you can roughly introduce some things, either Lu Jinghong's chance is too small and he doesn't like the merit tower, or he can't stop him, or he has no fate.

It was a pity that he had saved three thousand merits. Ouyang Rong muttered, turned around and raised his feet, suddenly he was fixed on the spot, suddenly he raised his head and looked up at the valley above.

It is a familiar cold sword energy.

Ouyang Rong's first reaction was to escape, and quickly left the valley, preparing to avoid going to the fishing boat and hide first.

But just as he was about to hide, he didn't know what he remembered, looked at the other side of the valley, stopped slowly, and changed his mind."

At the same time, under the locust tree ahead, the mother and son did not notice someone coming and going.

In front of the tombstone where the incense burned, Lu Jinghong looked around and turned around with a frown, and asked:

"Mom, after the worship, where are we going now? Does the knife credit man have any comments?"

Mrs. Li shook her head, carried a small bag on her arm, and lowered her eyes to tidy up her dress.

Lu Jinghong wanted to speak but stopped:

"Mother--"

Halfway through his speech, he stared at the cliff in the valley behind Mrs. Li.

A snow-white figure stood above it.

When I looked closely, I saw a tall blonde orchid wearing an ancient Wu suit and looking down at them coldly.

Mrs. Li noticed the change in her son's expression, and turned around and took a step back.

The candle in the snow fell to the ground lightly like a leaf.

Mrs. Li and Lu Jinghong showed a surprised expression.

"You are" Lu Jinghong seemed to remember something, and was a little excited: "Are you Yunmeng Yue Nu?"

The candle in the snow ignored it and looked at the tomb of Lu's family, which was lit up incense.

Mrs. Li looked at the snow candle, then looked at the surrounding valleys, and several figures of Yue girls flashed by, as if surrounding her here, she looked scared and lowered her head slightly.

Candle in the Snow asked coldly:

"What is your relationship with the Lu family in Fanyang?"

Lu Jinghong stood in front of his mother, and said dryly:

"In the lower Lu Jinghong, a child of the Lu family in Fanyang, came to worship his ancestors. I have heard of the name of the goddess of Yunmeng for a long time. I heard that the noble sect is the one who holds the ox ears in the world in the swordsmanship."

But Mrs. Li pushed away her innocent son and took the lead:

"Blonde, are you the Great Lady?"

The snow-crawler looked at her coldly.

Mrs. Li lowered her head timidly, but her hand kept pulling something out of her sleeve, revealing a corner, which seemed to be a piece of jewelry.

After seeing the candle in the snow, I suddenly said coldly:

"She asked you to come?"

Mrs. Li looked around.

The snow candle turned around immediately:

"Come with me."

Lu Jinghong subconsciously asked, "Where to go?"

The candle in the snow was silent and walked towards the depths of the white fog.

Seeing this, Lu Jinghong seemed to react and suddenly turned around and looked at the ancestral tomb rising from Qingyan.

The young man's face was flushed and he hugged the long sword in his arms tightly.

At this moment, he finally knew what opportunity this was.

Lu Jinghong stopped Mrs. Li's cuffs, lowered her voice but couldn't hide her excitement: "Mom, I really want to learn the peerless swordsmanship."

Putting away the jewelry, Mrs. Li glanced at her son and smiled at her lips:

"Look at you being so silly, let's go."

At this moment, a young Yue girl appeared and made a gesture to the snow-capped candle.

The candle stopped in the snow and tilted his head to look at the exit of the valley.

At the exit, there was a figure of a Yue girl guarding her, and a young man in a monk's clothes stood behind her with his head lowered and downright bowed.

The candle in the snow brows seemed to be recalling the name:

"Your name is--"

The young man in a monk replied in a muffled voice: "Liu Aliang."

The candle in the snow picked up his eyes slightly and looked at him.

Before she could ask, Mrs. Li explained with an apology:

"The eldest daughter laughed. This is the boatman I invited. I don't know that the eldest daughter would show up. If I had known that he would go back, I would not know if it would have harmed him."

After saying that, she changed her expression and waved her hand to Ouyang Rong, "You can't leave quickly, don't tell anyone about today's affairs, otherwise the goddess will not take action, and I won't spare you."

Xue Zhongzhu suddenly turned around and took Yue Nu to the depths of the valley, leaving a sentence:

"Let's go."

Mrs. Li, Lu Jinghong immediately followed suit.

But after walking a few steps, they found that the dull boatman also followed.

When Lu Jinghong saw this, he smiled speechlessly.

He was too lazy to speak such a stupid country man.

Mrs. Li turned around and scolded her with some dissatisfaction:

"Didn't you give the money? Why are you so ignorant? There are a lot of goddesses. I will help you, but you don't understand. At this moment, the calm voice of Xue Zhongzhu came from the front, which made the mother and son stop in an instant:

"He's here too."

Lu Jinghong's eyes were a little incredible.

Mrs. Li was stunned.

No more alas.

Ouyang Rong ignored it and walked forward with his head down. Halfway through, Yu Guang warned Lu Changgeng's grave, which was getting farther and farther away.

He quietly looked up and looked forward, his eyes leaping over Lu Jinghong and his son who were facing each other, and landed on the back of the little lady Zhishuang's blonde hair and waist.

Which one is blessing, or both?
Chapter completed!