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In Ciyun Garden, apart from the fourteen eunuchs and maids sent by the palace, there are only two masters and servants, Wu Ming and Wu Fu.

None of the servants in Prince Wu's Mansion were seen, as if this place didn't exist and they didn't care.

"Your Highness, this is where the old princess lived. When the old prince was here, Prince Xu and the princess lived here.

Now, the emperor has decreed that you should observe filial piety here, which shows that you still care about the old relationship with the King of Wu.

As long as you behave well, reach the ears of heaven without seeking anything, and regain the favor of the saints, you will also be able to live a prosperous and peaceful life!"

Wu Fu looked at the familiar flowers and plants, and recounted the past with moist eyes.

In the midst of his emotion, he didn't notice that there was a trace of clarity hidden deeply in Wu Ming's complicated eyes!!

In fact, with the memory of his predecessor, Wu Ming is probably more clear than his predecessor. He can even recall Wu Ming when he was a child, laughing and playing in this courtyard, and a beautiful woman who appeared like a fairy looking at him kindly!

Beside her, there was Yuan Ting Yue Zhi, a tall young man with sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes. He held the woman behind his back with one hand and gently held the woman in his other hand.

Once upon a time, Wu Ming also fantasized about his biological parents. But in his previous life, he was an orphan snatched from a beggar's den by his master. In this life, he became a down-and-out prince in the palace. How could he enjoy these things without his parents?

"Master, Madam, Prince, Empress, and this old slave have fulfilled their mission and finally returned alive with His Highness!"

Mr. Wu Fu burst into tears and fell down in front of the altar table without incense and candles. He looked at the memorial tablet and the scroll above and burst into tears.

At this time, three more positions were placed on the altar table, and they were the two generations of King Wu.

It’s obvious how thin the Wu family is!

Entering the inner hall, Wu Ming looked in a daze, with a hint of sadness in his heart. His perseverance was somewhat shaken by the impact of this sadness.

The painting is exactly the beautiful woman in my memory, but between her eyebrows, there is a trace of unresolved melancholy and sorrow!

"Uncle Fu, you go and have a rest, leave me alone for a while!"

Wu Ming was worried about Wu Fu's health, so he helped him up and said a few words of relief.

"Your Highness, if you have anything to say, just tell the empress. I will guard the door for you. This old bone can still be useful!"

Wu Fu kowtowed respectfully to the deceased, lit incense and candles, and silently retreated outside the door. Even if he died, he would perform his duties faithfully until the last moment.

The most important thing is that he is afraid that someone will hear Wu Ming say something unpleasant when he feels wronged, and it will be spread.

At this time, Wu Ming was in a situation where he really couldn't bear any pressure!

In his opinion, Wu Ming, who has returned to his usual taciturn nature in recent days, is really worrying.

…

When there was no one in the inner hall, Wu Ming stared at the statue and the portrait for a long time.

The son's longing for his mother, his parents and his family are the laws of nature and human relations, and cannot be suppressed even by his will.

"Unfortunate child, you are homesick, so I came back for you. You want to make those who underestimated you and bullied you regret, so I agreed.

You want to honor your mother, she has passed away in immortality, and I will keep it for you. You want those behind the scenes who expelled you from the capital and were ridiculed with blank stares on the grassland to also suffer. You want to practice martial arts again and dominate the sky. I

Everything will be done for you.

Your body belongs to me from today on, and I, the Chinese Mad Dragon, Wu Ming, will complete all the cause and effect for you!"

Looking at the woman in the painting hidden by the curls of cigarettes, the unwillingness and despair in the grassland flashed in my mind, the resentment at the time of death, Wu Fu's grief and helplessness when he was seriously injured, Wu Ming's face was solemn, and he slowly knelt down towards the coffin.

!

At this moment, there is no Chinese martial arts master Kuang Long who dominates the world, only the young prince Wu Ming who is a filial piety to his mother!

Vaguely, Wu Ming's thin back seemed to be a little taller, a little less humble and cowardly, and a little more determined and courageous!

After three bows and nine kowtows, Wu Ming suddenly stood up, gently shook his arms, his feet were uneven, and his eyebrows were slightly lowered.

Crack!

Amidst the slight popping of the sleeves, the first form of the "Eight Section Brocade" was picked up with both hands holding the Three Burners of Heavenly Law, and until the last eighth form, it was performed smoothly.

Although the "Xiantian Gong" and "Ba Duan Jin" taught by Wu Ming's lineage cannot be practiced at the same time for the time being, practicing "Ba Duan Jin" alone is of great benefit to health.

"Phew...the body is still too weak!"

After the exercise was completed, Wu Ming was a little unsteady on his feet, sweating profusely, and his face was pale.

"Your health is improving, why aren't you happy?"

The girl in purple suddenly appeared, surprisingly not absorbing the power of life fire in a hurry.

"Nothing, by the way, you should have a name, right?"

Wu Ming, who had become somewhat immune to the two girls' mysterious appearance, withdrew his thoughts and showed a bright smile like a wolf grandmother.

"What's the name? Can it be eaten?"

The girl in purple has been hungry for who knows how many years, and her mind is filled with food.

"Ahem, a name is a title, and you can't just give it to me. For example, my name is Wu Ming, you can call me by my name.

But my age...well, on the surface I'm older than you, so just call me uncle or brother, it's up to you!"

Wu Ming rubbed his somewhat swollen forehead. As smart as he was, he didn't know how to communicate.

"Oh, let's call him...brother, it sounds so easy to pronounce, hee hee! Hee hee! Then what is my name?"

The girl in purple smiled and floated to Wu Ming's shoulder, swaying her two white legs, frowning and thinking.

Perhaps his speech was not clear enough, and it was difficult to tell whether he was laughing or calling someone.

"Okay, from today on, you are my Wu Ming's sister! Whoever dares to bully you in the future, I will beat him up!"

After Wu Ming finished speaking, he looked at his thin white fists in frustration. With his body like this, he could hardly be protected.

Looking at the girl who looked like a porcelain doll, she couldn't help but feel childish. A flash of inspiration flashed in her mind, and she said with some evil humor,

"You are dressed in purple gauze, just like the clouds in the sky, so let's call you Zixia. Since we are brothers and sisters, let's call you Azi to show our closeness."

"Zixia Zixia, okay, okay, I have a name, but where is my sister? What should I call my sister?"

Zixia cheered for joy, holding her little fists and her big eyes full of hope.

"That girl, cold and cold, let's call her Qingxia. Well, I think you are much more sensible than her, so you should be my sister, so I will call her Xiaoqing, haha! Zixia, Qingxia, wah ha ha ha!

"

Wu Ming curled his lips, and flashed in his mind the face of a little girl who was trying to fool him, and he couldn't help but laugh proudly.

"Hehe, sister Qingxia, I like it!"

Zixia jumped up and down with joy.

Perhaps because he was infected by this little girl who looked like an elf, and because he had sworn before his soul to bear the consequences, Wu Ming felt that all the pain in his heart was gone, his mind was rising uncontrollably, and the fire in his dantian was swirling fiercely.

call!

For a moment, the limbs and bones seemed to be gently brushed by an invisible force. The fatigue in the body was gone, and he couldn't help but let out a long roar.

"ha!"

Exhale loudly, echoing in the empty mourning hall.

With a breath of turbid breath, Wu Ming's whole body seemed to be sublimated. Even though his face was still pale, he couldn't hide his burning eyes!

"Hey, that's strange, brother, how come your innate destiny fire grows on its own?"

Zixia was as curious as a baby, her big eyes widened, and glistening saliva appeared at the corner of her mouth.

I really don’t know if she is curious or greedy!

"It seems that the power of this life fire is not only dependent on absorbing elixirs or increasing spiritual energy, but is also related to the state of mind.

It’s just that this kind of situation is hard to come by, and being too persistent is not good for my martial arts!”

Wu Ming's mind was clear at this time. Although he knew it was related to his state of mind, he couldn't figure out the root cause of this mysterious change, so he simply stopped obsessing about it.

I wanted to have a good exchange of cultivation experiences with Zixia, but there was a lot of noise outside the door, which made Wu Ming very annoyed.

…

"Mr. Wu, why are you blocking the door? If something happens to the young prince, you can afford it, but we can't!"

"That's right, who in the palace doesn't know now that Mr. Wu, with a good master, can actually ask for help from a servant! Even Eunuch Mu rescued him with his own hands, who dares to do anything to you? Just pity the poor little ones, right?

"

"For the sake of your diligence, please let us go in and have a look. It's okay. It's okay. There's no loss anyway. If something happens, we'll be in trouble!"

Outside the door, several young eunuchs and maids, like chickens scrambling for food, were sarcastic, squeezing their necks and pushing Wu Fu.

Poor Wu Fu was tortured last night. Although he took the elixir to save his life, who was the match for these people?

However, he still remembered Wu Ming's instructions and would not let anyone in.

Moreover, there is a mourning hall inside. With so many people rushing in, what kind of chaos is there?

The most important thing is that although he is old and has lost his cultivation, he is not deaf or blind. Although Wu Ming's roar is still weak, it is full of energy. What is the problem?
To be continued...