After seeing off Chang Boning, Hai Jingjiu waited no longer and simply began to discuss with Sang Luojiu and Luofuchun where to go next.

Yan Jiangnan has gone to investigate the death of Fengling's disciples, so they don't have to go again.

The death of the disciples of Hanshan Temple has a basic idea, and the test jade sent by the man in black is also handed over to the 34th century for investigation. Where they should go next has become a very important question.

Three young men, who were less than sixty years old, met their heads and lay on a map to study whereabouts.

Haijing proposed: "It's better to go to Yongjing Mountain, where the first murder case happened."

Luo Fuchun hunched, turned his head and asked Sang Luojiu: "Luojiu, where did you say you want to go?"

"I dare not be good at it..." Sang Luojiu smiled gently, "But if the master comes to choose, he would choose here."

He lifted his sleeves and pointed politely at a point on the map.

...Jianchuan.

There are three small Taoist gates near Jianchuan, and the corpse point is just at the junction of the three Taoist gates.

The deceased was a disciple of a side sect, so when the body was found, although the three small Taoist sects were shaken, they were not too panic.

Haijing was curious: "Why is it here?"

Luo Fuchun also made a whisper, but after thinking about the master's inference about the man in black, his face changed and he wanted to stop Sang Luojiu from speaking.

Sang Luojiu did not shy away, and said calmly: "One of these three Taoist gates is my home, Feihua Gate."

Hai Jing has a good memory, and she still remembers the casual chat that she had just met Luo Sang and the other two.

Besides, after getting along for the past ten days, he thought everyone was familiar with each other, and could not control his gossip and said, "Donald Sang, I remember you said, did you get started three years ago? Senior Brother Luo..."

"Senior brother entered the school three years earlier than me." Sang Luojiu was very kind, "Haijing, I am only one year older than you, you don't have to call me one by one. You can call me Luojiu, my family's surname is Hua, you can also call me Xiaohua, it's okay."

Hai Jing couldn't help laughing: "This is inappropriate. But... your family's surname is Hua, why did you change your surname to Sang?"

Luo Fuchun interrupted resentfully: "I just said that my brother's name is Xiao Rang. Do you think my surname is Luo?"

Hai Jing was involved in the affairs of Taoism for the time being, and still had little understanding of many things. He only stared at him and was at a loss when he heard this.

Sang Luojiu touched Luo Fuchun's back comfortably and said with a smile: "Senior brother, you still care so much for so many years."

"Can I not care?!" Luo Fuchun said angrily, "If I just changed my name and changed my path, I wouldn't say anything about my master, but it would be wrong for him to change our surname at will! Besides, I changed my wine name randomly-"

Sang Luojiu touched the tip of his nose and explained to Haijing: "When he started, his master changed the names of both of us. My senior brother's real name was Xiao, and his full name was Xiao Ran; my surname was Hua, and his full name was Hua Bieyun."

Seeing that the two of them had completely different attitudes towards changing their names, Hai Jing was surprised for a while: "Luo Jiu, you seem... don't mind this matter?"

"I am my father's illegitimate son, and my name is not glorious." Sang Luojiu said, "If the master wants to change it, it's nothing to me."

Sang Luojiu was so calm about his life experience that he even asked Haijing to react for a while before realizing what he said.

Looking at the stunned Haijing, Sang Luojiu held his hands behind his back, his eyebrows and eyes were tender: "...will you look down on me?"

Haijing shook his head quickly, and a new doubt arose in his heart.

...From his simple understanding, the Taoist sect has been in a bad atmosphere in recent years and is extremely important. Although Sang Luojiu has both first-class character and talent, he is still known as an "illegitimate son". In theory, he can't even touch the edge of Fengling Mountain. How can he be worshipped under Yun Zhongjun and become his disciple?

Hai Jing was unbearable and curious. When she asked this question carefully, Sang Luojiu pursed her lips and laughed: "It's just a story worth mentioning."

...It's not worth mentioning just like the one he was brought to the Hua family.

Sang Luo was only seven years old in that year.

In his memory, his mother's surname is Li, and she was a gentle shepherd girl who lived near Lijia Village. Their home was an independent and dilapidated thatched house that often leaked, so he learned to repair the roof when he was very young.

When she was a child, her mother always put him on the back of a sheep and counted the clouds like a sheep in the sky. She was playing the flute while she was intoxicating with Yimeng tune.

She taught Sang Luojiu that everything should be optimistic and laugh.

Sang Luojiu also grew up happily and healthily as she wished.

The only thing that Sang Luojiu is sad is that he has no father's kiss.

The children in the village joked about him and came to ask which sheep his father's kiss was.

He asked his mother once when he was very young, where his father had gone.

For the next two days, the corners of my mother's mouth were raised, but there was no smile in her eyes, only twinkling waves.

From then on, Sang Luojiu never asked again.

From the words of the adults in the village, he put aside some excessive insulting words and pieced together a general truth.

——When my mother was young, she rescued a Taoist priest named Hua, who was injured by the demonic Taoist Tao and took good care of it. The Taoist priest stayed in Lijia Village and was recovered for half a year. She was attracted by her beauty and gentleness. She used a jade pendant as a letter to her and decided to live a lifelong life with her. Her mother's parents also acquiesced to this matter.

Later, when his mother got pregnant, Taoist Taoist Master Hua received a spiritual letter saying that his father had made a mistake in his practice and was in a devilish way. Now he is at the end of his strength and is about to die. He needs to go home quickly. Taoist Taoist Master Hua said that his mother is pregnant and should not travel far away. He promised that when he finishes the mountain affairs, he will definitely come back to meet him.

He never came back as soon as he left.

The mother held the jade pendant and waited for it until she gave birth to the child. She and her parents gradually realized that they had no idea where the Taoist Taoist lived and where the fairy mountain was.

Parents will not make any mistakes. So, all the mistakes are on their mother.

Finally, the parents couldn't stand the fingers of the villagers, so they asked their daughter to take the three sheep from the family, a roll of bedding for the newlyweds and a crying child to live in the old house of the Li family, which was leaking rain and air.

As Sang Luojiu grew up little by little, the mockery and bullying of Sang Luojiu became even worse. Sometimes, they would even run to their mother to ask her if they wanted to give her a younger ram, which made her mother both embarrassed and sad.

A few days later, the child who was leading the trouble went up the mountain to chop wood, and his ankle was caught by a rusty beast on the way he must pass.

When the child was taken back to the village screaming and screaming, many doctors said that they had to pick the healing herbs that were born and raised in the mountains, grind it into juice and apply it to the affected area, otherwise, even their lives would not be saved, not to mention this leg.

The child's parents rushed up the mountain to search.

But perhaps it was fate, and the interest rate hike that was not uncommon in normal times, could not be found at this time.

When the child's parents were almost desperate, Sang Luojiu took a handful of interest rate hikes and limped to the child's doorstep.

He said that this was picked by him on the edge of the cliff, and for this reason, a deep bone-visible hole was cut by a branch on his leg.

The child's legs were kept.

The child’s parents thanked Sang Luojiu for his gratitude.

In response to this, Sang Luojiu, who was six years old at the time, had already had the prototype of a smile that was as beautiful as a spring breeze when he became an adult: "My mother taught me to treat my fellow villagers and neighbors well, this is what I should do."

The mother proudly touched his hair and praised him for doing well.

He curled up in his mother's arms, put down the corners of his mouth slightly, but felt unprecedented happiness and peace of mind.

But later, he couldn't even save this little happiness and peace of mind.

When he was seven years old, a fire broke out in his home inexplicably.

Flocks of sheep squeezed through the fence and ran around. He was wrapped in a wet quilt and was thrown out of the small window on fire by his mother. But before he could jump out of the window, he was pressed under the collapsed and burning roof, and there was no sound.

Before he could break open the ruins, he was held up by his hands and soared into the air, foggy and clouds all the way, and was brought into a completely unfamiliar Taoist temple.

Everyone called him the Taoist who brought him, Hua Erye.

He introduced one by one, saying that this is Feihuamen. The one with beautiful beard and black clothes on the top is your father Hua Ruohong. The empty seat next to it was originally left for Miss Zhu from Baishengmen, who is now the head of Feihuamen. However, she is ill and cannot come. The first person sitting on the left side of the lower head is your second brother Hua Bifeng, and the wet nurse is holding your third brother Hua Bishuang.

And Mr. Hua himself is Hua Ruohong's younger brother.

Hua Ruohong, the superior, took Sang Luojiu to his knees and sat down, held his hand, and acted in a deep relationship with his father and son, and explained: "For the years, I have been asking your second uncle to watch you, mother and son from afar, but I can't do anything. I didn't expect that today I accidentally saved you... It's my sorry mother."

He lowered his voice: "At that time, I had no choice but to have any hardships for my father. My parents' orders should not be violated, especially... My mother was pointed out to me by my father before his death, so I must marry you. For this reason, I have never had the face to see you mother and son. Now that something happened to Li Niang, I will do my best to fulfill my father's responsibilities and take you back and educate you well."

Sang Luojiu's eyebrows and eyes lowered, but his eyes were rotating without a trace.

He looked at the second brother who looked unconcealed by him, looked at the wet nurse who was holding the child but was igniting the movement here without hesitation, and then looked at the empty chair next to her.

Sang Luojiu has always been clear about the cost of his own.

Over the years, my father has never given any gift from his mother. He just thought that the mother and son did not exist in the world. He clearly ignored them for seven years. Why did he come so quickly after a fire broke out in his house?

What happened? What happened?

My mother has always been careful of the candle, and Sang Luojiu is even more cautious by nature. The candlelight tonight was destroyed by him by his own hands, so how could the fire that was made of heaven without reason?

And the second brother Hua Biefeng's disgust towards him did not seem to have known his existence early on.

The hatred is still fresh. Sang Luojiu, who has realized a lot of human nature since childhood, can detect it.

In other words, the wife from the Taoist family was probably new to know that her husband had an old lover and an illegitimate son outside.

If it were such a petite lady, she would probably ask Hua Ruohong to kill the two of them together.

But for Hua Ruohong, women don’t care, but their son is his own.

So, his mother died and he was still alive.

Sang Luojiu held Hua Ruohong's hand and thought, "I have never met my father, if I were you, I would set the fire and erase my mother's "wrong" and wait patiently for one and a half months. When this child was ridiculed as a mother and a father and suffered humiliation, he would help him. At that time, I will definitely be more grateful to you.

...You are too impatient.

But he said nothing.

Hua Ruohong did things so roughly, obviously treating him as a seven-year-old child who is ignorant of human affairs.

Then, he should also give him the reaction a seven-year-old should have.

Sang Luojiu raised his head and smiled at his father with tears in his eyes. The curve of the corners of his mouth and the light light in his eyes were exactly the same as his mother.

He obviously felt his father's body tremble, and the false tenderness in his eyes became more real. He hugged him and felt sad: "Don't worry, it's because my father doesn't give you, it's because my father doesn't give you mother--"
To be continued...