"Look at Chunqiu, what did you think of grandpa? Is grandpa that person?" Xiao Lingchen had a smile on his face, which was completely unlike the expression he should have at his age.
Xiao Chunqiu immediately rolled his eyes, "I knew you would say that, but do you think I would believe it?"
"You can't say this. I am your grandfather, how can I harm you?" Xiao Lingchen stood up pretending to be dignified.
"Hmph!" Xiao Chunqiu gave a rare cold snort, then drank a glass of wine and said: "Old man, with your level, you can already connect the heart with the sword. As long as you gently call the name of the sword, even if the sword is thousands of miles away,
If it can come to you from anywhere else, why ask me to get it?"
Xiao Lingchen turned around and squatted down, saying with a sad face, "Oh...Chunqiu, Grandpa, I am also thinking about the Su family. After all, the Su family has saved my life. If I just let Zi Yan go without saying a word,
When the sword is called, the people of the Su family will die immediately if they find that the sword is missing. If there is another old man like me in the family, someone might be killed. I am doing this just to be on the safe side."
"That's nice to say, but in the end it's not me who completes those three things for you!" Xiao Chunqiu put down his wine glass.
Xiao Lingchen chuckled, leaned forward, and asked in a low voice: "What, where is that sword? Just leave small things like repairing the formation to the old man, hahaha... bring it quickly.
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"You don't want to see my second grandfather that much?" Xiao Chunqiu deliberately changed the subject.
Xiao Lingchen looked at Xiao Chunqiu blankly, and resolutely replied with two words, "I don't want to."
"It's been so many years. Why can't you sit down and talk about it calmly? What's the problem between you and your second grandfather?" Xiao Chunqiu was rarely angry.
"Alas!" Xiao Lingchen sighed, with a sad expression on his face, "Chunqiu, you don't understand, that hurdle is my beloved Xiaolu."
"I don't understand!" Xiao Chunqiu laughed coldly, "Then I will say that I understand. I inserted the Purple Smoke Sword in the Su family hall and never got it back. And I also told them, what?
When you have completed those three things, you will take away this sword."
"What?" Xiao Lingchen was shocked and returned to normal immediately, "Didn't you get it back?"
"Yes!" Xiao Chunqiu flicked his sleeves and stood up.
As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Lingchen's heart suddenly skipped a beat. He thought to himself, what happened now? Do I really have to meet the second brother I don't want to see? Brat, no wonder I feel that the aura of the Purple Smoke Sword is far away from me.
At first, he thought it was just Xiao Chunqiu who was angry with him and hid the Purple Smoke Sword, but now it seems that he never got it back, so no wonder he was depressed.
However, he couldn't directly recall the Purple Smoke Sword, not because he was afraid of bringing trouble to the Su family and losing lives as he said before. But because of what Xiao Chunqiu said just now, "When will it be completed?"
Those three things, when will I take this sword away?" Just two simple words made the people of the Su family trust him a little more.
If he failed to complete those three things but recalled the sword, wouldn't the Su family think that he was a dishonest person in the future?
Although he is sometimes unreliable, he has never been a person who breaks trust with others.
Xiao Lingchen stood up from the ground, the expression on his face was still a little hesitant, as if he was thinking about how he could avoid meeting his second brother Xiao Linghe?
Here, Xiao Qiuchun has slowly walked to the edge of Fengxiao Pavilion, looking up at the flying peach blossoms in the sky.
At this time, his emotions had gradually calmed down, but there was an inexplicable sadness in his eyes, "Old man, do you still remember the previous name of Ziyan Sword?"
Xiao Lingchen, who was thinking about something, suddenly came back to his senses and walked over without saying a word.
"The Purple Smoke Sword's previous name was Wuyou," Xiao Chunqiu reached out and picked up a peach blossom. "It was my grandmother's sword when I was young. Later, because of my grandmother's death, you changed your real name from Wuyou to Ziyan. It's just that
Because grandma likes to wear purple clothes and hold a smoking gun."
Xiao Lingchen was listening on the side, still speechless.
"Although I didn't think it sounded good at the time, it was still a thought after all." Xiao Chunqiu waved his hand gently, and the escape fell down. "When I was holding the Worry-Free Sword yesterday, there was a moment that made me remember
I think of grandma, maybe because I miss her!"
"Indeed, I miss you a little." Xiao Lingchen also sighed, but not long after he said these words, his tone changed to normal, "But what does it have to do with your second grandfather?"
The sad atmosphere was instantly broken. Xiao Chunqiu's body suddenly felt relaxed. His grandfather would always interrupt other people's farts at inappropriate times.
"Stop pretending, it's nothing like pretending. Don't you know what I mean?" Xiao Chunqiu turned around and said lazily, "Okay, old man, if you really don't understand, then
Just think about it slowly here."
After saying that, Xiao Chunqiu took a new cup of Sanluo wine from the table and left. Xiao Lingchen was left standing there alone. In fact, he knew the meaning of Xiao Chunqiu's words, and it was nothing more than telling him to go there when he should.
In the past, not having too many memories of the dead was also a way to let them put their mind at ease.
She was also trying to persuade him, and she was also trying to persuade Xiao Linghe, who was thousands of miles away.
"The waves follow the waves for thousands of miles, but there is no moon on the spring river." Xiao Lingchen looked at the sky and let out a long sigh, "It seems that it is God's will. It's time to sit down and have a good talk."
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Jidu Chamber of Commerce.
President's study room...
Zhang Zhantian sat domineeringly on a wide chair with his legs crossed, holding a purple sulfur pipe as thick as a thumb in his hand, his eyes blazing, as if he was waiting for someone.
Beside him, Yan Zhuozheng was sitting there sweating profusely. He was not hot, but frightened.
At this time, the venue was extremely quiet, and neither of them spoke. But the more this happened, the more frightened Yan Zhuo became, and he didn't even dare to ask a question. He didn't know why his eldest brother Zhang Zhantian suddenly summoned him.
, didn’t you clearly ask him to stay at home?
Is it because of what happened last night?
After all, the incident last night caused a big fuss, and several residents near the mansion were alarmed. Although he finally ordered his men to calm it down overnight, the fire could not be covered by paper, and the news would inevitably leak out.
But Yan Zhuo looked at the expression on Zhang Zhantian's face and seemed to be unaware of this matter.
So what exactly could it be?
Thoughts appeared in Yan Zhuo's mind one after another, but he just wanted to understand what it was!
Suddenly a voice sounded, and Yan Zhuo trembled with fright. He turned around and saw that it was a knock on the door.
"Come in." Zhang Zhantian's voice was loud and clear.
The huge study door was pushed open, and Zhang Jingchen, dressed in red, walked in.