Jing Jiu did not knock on the door, and reached out to push a blue brick half an inch into the wall.

It turned out to be a mechanism.

There was a faint sound of some hard thing rolling behind the door - his eyes could not penetrate the wooden door, but he knew that it was a smooth stone ball walking along a fixed track, and it had to go far away before it would fall and smash a large porcelain bowl.

After a long time, the wooden door has not been opened.

He stood on the stone steps and waited, his expression as calm as usual.

The rain was a little heavier, falling on the hat and falling from the edge, like a waterfall in the dry season.

Because of the rain, pedestrians outside the alley were rushing, and no one noticed him.

With a light sound, the gate of the courtyard finally opened, and an old man appeared.

The old man had a square face, straight eyebrows and bright eyes, and a slightly red cheek. I don’t know if he had drunk wine or was a little excited. He was wearing a gray single dress, and the buttons were not tied up, so he should have put them on casually. It seemed a little hurry, and his eyes were full of doubts and scrutiny when he looked at Jing Jiu.

Jing Jiu took out a wooden sign and handed it over.

The old man dared not answer, bent down and looked closely for a while.

Until he confirmed that it was a real thing, he knelt on his knees without hesitation, regardless of whether the ground had been wet with the rain.

"Get up." Jing Jiu said.

The old man stood up, and humbly welcomed him into the courtyard, and walked along the side corridor to the depths.

There are people in the courtyard, to be precise, there is a family.

In the open flower hall, the family was having dinner, both old and young, men and women, and they were neat.

The whole family was on the table, talking in a low voice, as if they didn't see Jing Jiu and the old man at all.

This picture is a bit weird.

The three or four-year-old child suddenly broke free from his mother's arms, ran to the threshold, looked at Jing Jiu curiously, reached out to prepare to say something, but his father quickly carried him back.

The cry of children sounded in the flower hall.

Under the corridor, Jing Jiu took off his hat and glanced at the other side.

When the child saw his face, he couldn't help but be stunned and forgot to cry.

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"Is this the Jing family?"

"Yes, they have worked in Taichang Temple for generations and are considered my subordinates."

The old man with square face glanced at Jing Jiu and said, "I can assure you that they don't know anything, but they will never forget what they should remember."

Jing Jiu understood that those people were his nominal parents, the old grandfather and brother and sister-in-law. As for whether the child was a nephew or a niece? These were all arrangements from that year. He was not good at it, but there were many people in the court who were good at this kind of thing.

He sat on a chair and asked, "How many people have checked it over the years?"

The old man stood in front of him and said, "It was seven years ago that Qingshan Sect visited Defeng. According to their principles, some problems should be seen, so I quickly made remedies afterwards. But strangely, they never came again, which made me feel a little uneasy."

Jing Jiu naturally knew why Shangdefeng did not continue to check again and said, "No need to worry about this."

"There were two big news later, four years ago and one year ago."

The old man said: "A total of twenty-one sects have come to inquire about it quietly, and Concubine Hu in the palace also sent someone."

Four years ago, Zhao Layue and Jing Jiucheng's sword god's last peak shocked the world of cultivation. Most of the sects of cultivation focused on Zhao Layue, but they would also check Jing Jiu. A year ago, it was the Four Seas Banquet Tour of the Xihai Sword Sect and the subsequent Qingshan sword test. Jing Jiu defeated Gu Han and broke the sword from Nanshan. Qingshan's commander deliberately kept a low profile, and the idea of ​​turning him into a strange soldier naturally became a bubble. How could a true swordsman's rebirth successor of Jingyang Zhenren, a true swordsman, not attract attention?

When the old man knew these things, he naturally knew that the young man was Jing Jiu.

The Jing family moved to this yard for twenty years, just for this person.

"I'm here to attend the plum meeting and I've been living here during this period."

Jing Jiu said, "Send a letter to Zhao's mansion and tell the other party."

The old man knew his identity and naturally knew where the Zhao Mansion he was talking about. Seeing that he had no other instructions, he left the secret passage behind the house.

This secret passage leads to another yard dozens of feet away.

The yard covers a vast area, carved beams and painted roofs, and the eyes are filled with luxury hidden deep in the eyes.

The old man sat in the study and remained silent and did not recover for a long time.

Many years ago, my father explained to him extremely seriously. The family can continue to remain glorious until today because of two things: one is to support His Majesty the Emperor unconditionally, and the other is to absolutely obey the instructions of the owner of the wooden sign.

What if the two conflicted? He couldn't help asking, who was still very young at the time.

The father said that the will of His Majesty the Emperor of God will inevitably be unified with the will of the owner of the wooden sign.

The young man was inevitably a little stubborn, and he still insisted on asking, what if?

He remembered it very clearly that his father was silent for a long time, and then the answer he gave was the latter.

He was shocked at that time, even though it is still the case today.

He dared not and wanted to erase the cloud that had been above the family for hundreds of years, but he was inevitably curious. Unfortunately, when he arranged the courtyard with his own hands twenty years ago, he only received a letter. On the letter, he saw the stickers of the wooden sign and several simple requests, but he still didn't know who the other party was.

It was not until these years that some people from the practice sects and even the palace turned their attention to the courtyard that he realized the other party's identity and used his own power to secretly investigate it, but he still couldn't believe it because Jing Jiu was too young, even a genius of swordsmanship, was not commensurate with the weight of the wooden sign.

Jing Jiu should be the heir to that wooden sign, right?

The old man was thinking about these things when the butler's whispered reminder came from outside the window.

"Master, the time is almost over."

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The spring rain was endless, and the two barriers formed by formations and glazed glass made the guests in the yard without any wheezing. Instead, it added a bit of elegant interest. However, as time passed, the atmosphere between the scene became a little weird, and the sound of rain was gradually replaced by the sound of discussion.

On the way to the wedding, I suddenly heard the sound of bowls falling. The owner left in a hurry. After so long, he had not come out, and it seemed like he had disappeared. What's going on?

"What happened?"

"I heard that the old man was very erratic when he was young. Is this the old man's attitude is too cute?"

"The old man loves his youngest son the most, how could he have such a marriage?"

"Don't talk nonsense. It's said that the old man is stupid and unwilling to get close to the nobles in the palace. But no matter what the turmoil has happened over the years, the house has always been stable and still sat in the Taichang Temple, which is extremely noble. This is what the holy family is! Can a foolish person achieve this?"

"But the auspicious time is about to pass."

The guests were talking, and suddenly heard footsteps coming from the front.

Everyone looked up and quickly closed their voices, with a solemn expression, bowed and bowed together.

"I've met Duke Lu."

"Sorry, there are some urgent matters."

Duke Lu has a square appearance and extraordinary temperament. Even if he explains, he has his own majesty. He is not as good as the old man who looks humble and the butler in front of Jing Jiu.

Today is a happy day for Duke Lu to marry his youngest son and his granddaughter.

Halfway through the ceremony, Duke Lu suddenly disappeared and did not appear again until this time.

No one in the yard dared to ask questions.

A sharp-eyed guest noticed that there was a gray coat that was inconsistent with etiquette under the Duke's dress, and water stains were leaching on his knees, which was very puzzled.
Chapter completed!