The cemetery in the night is silent and very cold, and you can vaguely see the light blue light floating around.

Wuling has never been to the cemetery at night.

The cool autumn wind blew gently on his body, making Wuling's body tremble. Wuling suddenly felt that the cemetery at night was more "angry" than during the day, and always felt that there was something around, looking at their family in the dark corner.

Wuling didn't feel afraid with his parents around him.

Wu Po Shuai explained to Wu Ling: "There is an elder in the back mountain who is the guardian of the royal palace. He will send you to the Overhang Mountain."

Jiang Minyue, who was walking behind Wu Ling, saw Wu Pu Shuo and said nothing and there was no further information when he saw Wu Pu Shuo.

Jiang Minyue said angrily: "Wu Pufu, just say this to your son, don't you tell me about the uncle? Are you not afraid that your son will anger the uncle? You don't know about the uncle's temper!"

Wu Pusuo did not refute Jiang Minyue, nor did he listen to his wife, so he explained to Wuling again.

He was not worried about getting along with each other.

Because he believed in Wuling.

Jiang Minyue sighed helplessly, and had to introduce Wuling to himself, saying: "The uncle is the guardian of our Wuwang Mansion. By generation, it should be your grandfather's previous generation and has been living in the back mountain of the cemetery. This is why there is no permission, and the people in the royal mansion are not allowed to approach the back mountain of the cemetery at will."

Jiang Minyue's words solved Wuling's doubts over the years.

The mountain behind the cemetery has always been the forbidden area of ​​King Wu’s Mansion.

Wuling has never been in since he was a child.

Jiang Minyue said, "Your father and I don't know the name of the uncle. When you meet someone, you can call him the old man. The uncle has a weird temper. He rarely speaks except for things he is interested in, but it is absolutely reliable. You can just talk about anything you have when you get along with him. Besides, the uncle's swordsmanship is very powerful, you can try to ask him for advice. Your father has half of his swordsmanship, which he learned from him."

"Swordsmanship is amazing?"

Wuling was looking forward to the guardian of the Wuwang Mansion.

Having a master of swordsmanship can make his journey upside down safer and also allow him to learn more.

Jiang Minyue carried the lantern and said as she walked: "There is still a mansion that has left the palace. My parents are not here. Remember to take good care of yourself. If you can avoid meddling in other people's business, don't worry. If you really want to meddle in other people's business, then don't be reasonable. Just do it directly and fight quickly. When you are away, anyone who medds in other people's business and reasons will be fools. If it is useful to reason, others will be your turn to meddle in other people's business. Who can't tell the truth? Is this the reason?"

Seeing Jiang Minyue holding the lantern in front of her face, as if she was afraid that people would not be able to see her inquiring eyes, Wu Ling dared not disagree and said with awkward smile: "Mom, I understand!"

"What do you know?"

Jiang Minyue's question arrived as scheduled.

Wuling blurted out, "It's not up to you, you don't care about it, you don't talk to the table, and you do tricks secretly."

Wuling has long been able to deal with this kind of questioning.

"Don't think that wearing a mask, I don't know what you are thinking."

Jiang Minyue put down the lantern and moved it to Wuling's feet. His voice was less passionate than before. "You young people are very energetic. They always want to promote good and eliminate evil, avenge their enemies, and be the hero. They want to take care of everything. Seeing injustice, they can draw their swords to help. In fact, the incompetent young man did this. Anyone with ability, standing there, without saying a word, the enemy will flee. And those with a little brain are behind the scenes and let those with ability help."

"Mom told you all this, just to tell you, just save others first."

Wuling listened silently, without responding.

It’s not that I surrendered to the majesty of my mother, but that this is the truth.

Jiang Minyue continued: "I know that you young people can't stand the nagging of your parents. But in addition to the point of "save others and save yourself first", I also want to tell you that the world has good sides and bad sides. No matter what, don't be disappointed in the world!"

Wuling's steps were paused, and he couldn't understand why Jiang Minyue said that.

Things in the world are always good and bad, so what’s so disappointing about this?

Jiang Minyue looked up at her husband in front, emphasized her tone and said, "The last point is that when you practice swords in the future, remember not to be like your father when you use the sword, and be indecisive."

Wu Ling knew it and deliberately made a louder voice, "Mom, I will definitely remember it in my heart."

However, no matter what the wife and children behind him said, Wu Shuo, who was walking in the dark, was silent.

Indecisive in the sword?

Wu Pozai broke into a drunken state and sneered in his heart.

No one in this world has seen his sword that Wu Shuli was shattering.

Is it really because he is indecisive?

Never!

It’s because this world is too disappointing and it’s not worth his sword.

Wu Pusu subconsciously wanted to take out the wine pot to drink a sip of wine, but before he could move, he was stopped by Jiang Minyue.

When Jiang Minyue saw Wu like a broken wood, she couldn't help but get angry. She speeded up her pace, stepped on Wu's broken heels, gritted her teeth and said, "Wu Bo, you will be like this in your life!"

Wu Ling raised his head, looking at Wu Shuo who was silently walking in front of him.

Jiang Minyue turned around and said to Wu Ling: "Red clothes! Remember, if the young man's sword is lacking in high spirits, then his sword must be terrible."

Jiang Minyue and Wu Pufu are childhood sweethearts.

Since the first time she saw Wu Posa practice sword training, Jiang Minyue has never picked up the sword again. Because Jiang Minyue felt that with such a sword in the world, it doesn’t matter whether she practices the sword or not.

Jiang Minyue's words were not entirely a provocation to help her husband Wu Shuzai pick up the sword again, but also his own view of the sword.

Although he didn't practice swords anymore when he was very young, Jiang Minyue had always had his own opinions on swords.

In her opinion, if a swordsman is dead, he will be numb and lack change when he draws his sword. Only with the fearless intention of guiding the country can he do his best to draw his sword.

Jiang Minyue's "superior" expression when she spoke surprised Wuling.

Is this his mother who only has a little bit of life in his eyes?

Wu Pu Shu's silence and Jiang Minyue's spirit when talking about swords, compared the two, Wuling had the illusion that Jiang Minyue was the one who knew swords.

Now Wuling can be sure of his mother's words, "Your father fell in love with me first."

While Wuling was thinking a lot, their family had already passed through the silent cemetery and climbed to the top of the back mountain.

"Little Broken, I have said a long time ago that if Xiao Yueyue kept practicing swords, she would not be inferior to you."

A voice pulled Wuling back from his thoughts.

"Someone?"

Wu Ling suddenly raised his head and found a steep cliff in front of him, and the road had reached its end.

The cliff wall is not very high, and under the faint but ethereal and gentle light of the crescent moon, you can see the top at a glance.

There, a man of ordinary figure stood.

The mask on his face immediately attracted Wu Ling, who was also wearing a mask.

The night was shrouded in the darkness, as if he had put a layer of mask on the mask, making Wu Ling unable to see clearly what kind of mask it was.

"Have you met the uncle!"

Jiang Minyue gave a gift.

Seeing this, Wuling did not stop, followed by salute, and said, "I have met the old man!"

Wu Shuo, who had been silent all the way, stopped and stood there without saluting or speaking.

After the ceremony, Wuling discovered that the people on the top of the mountain had already come down from the cliff and stood in front of his family.

Wu Ling then saw clearly that the person in front of him was wearing a bronze mask in the shape of a slap, which looked like a slap with five fingers spread out and clasped on his face. After careful look, the bronze mask was covered with cracks. In addition to the green copper rust, it was stained with blood that had just dripped on it, which looked very strange.

Wu Ling looked along the cold fingers of the bronze mask, and saw a pair of deep eyes looking at him under the mask.

The careful Wuling also found that the visitor's hands were as fair as jade, and his skin was even tenderer than women, and he did not look like the hands of a man who was older than his grandfather.

This was beyond Wuling's expectations.

His grandfather Wu Xuance is 71 years old this year. A generation older than him is probably already ninety and one hundred.

As for the person in front of him, just from the visible hands and thick black hair, Wu Ling had no doubts about him even if he was of his generation.

The eyes under the mask stayed on Wuling for a while before turning to the cemetery at the foot of the mountain.

Chen Dou is not from the Wu family.

The reason why he guarded the tomb here was that he lost his bet a long time ago.

He lost to a woman.

He originally promised to guard for thirty years and then find a gravekeeper and he could leave, but Chen Dou did not do that.

Chen Dou looked at the maple tree in the middle of the cemetery whose leaves slowly turned red after autumn began.

A woman once told Chen Dou that her favorite was a maple tree. So after the woman died, Chen Dou planted a maple tree for her.

That is the tree in front of you.

Below the maple tree, there is a woman's corpse, buried 100 years ago, the same age as the maple tree.

Chen Dou retreated his gaze and said, "If your family has nothing to say, then set off!"

I don’t know if I’m afraid of seeing the sorrow of parting when I part, Chen Dou walked along a small path first.

Chen Dou walked very slowly, just like when he came.

But compared to the empty-handed now, I seemed to have some...

A corpse.
To be continued...