"Wuya, how many years have you been by my side?"

Zhao Jing held a bowl of tea with a plain expression, and was about to drink it or not. A pair of old-fashioned eyes stared at the man in black outfit.

"The adoptive father, Wuya, was nine years old. He was merciful to his adoptive father and kept it under his knees. It has been thirteen years since now!"

The man called Wuya lowered his head slightly, and his long black hair blocked his cheeks, making it difficult for people to see his face clearly.

A gust of wind blew by, and Zhao Jing saw Duan Wuya's unwashed face. Looking at the ugly scar on the corner of his right face, Zhao Jing sighed deeply.

And Duan Wuya, as always!

His cold eyes fell straight on the long sword he was holding!

The ordinary sword sheath and the hilt wrapped in coarse cloth, the ordinary sword above and below seemed to be as charming as the charming Xi Shi and Diao Chan in Duan Wuya's eyes!

"Thirteen years..."

Zhao Jing sighed heavily, and a trace of blue veins was exposed on his forehead, but he didn't know what he remembered, which made this old man who had been ignorant for thirteen years angry!

"well……"

About a quarter of an hour later, Zhao Jing, who had been relieved of his sacrificial sneer, lamented, then put the teacup in his hand, stood up, pushed open the door, and took a solemn step toward the bamboo forest behind Xuanzhen Temple.

As for Duan Wuya, he was surrounded by Zhao Jing at a distance, and there were always so many distances!

Without a question or a word, I just walked slowly in the bamboo forest behind Xuanzhen Temple in silence. Zhao Jing didn't find it strange to Duan Wuya behind him.

It seems that for the two of them, such a scene has been staged countless times!

Finally, when he walked to a grave covered with grass moss, Zhao Jing stopped, while Duan Wuya, behind him, made a buzzing sound as if the sword in his hand was about to sing.

Zhao Jing looked at the graves, the weeds and fresh moss covered with the graves, and sighed, "Wuya, thirteen years ago, I saved you, and soon, I resigned from my official position. When I arrived at this Xuanzhen Temple, it has been thirteen years. This bustling Xuanzhen Temple, except for you who often accompany me, this old man, is this tomb that is about to be deserted."

Duan Wuya was still standing so far, listening to Zhao Jing's words, staring at the sword in his hand.

"Thirteen years ago, when this place was still a new tomb, I asked you to come and clean it up often, thinking that although the old friend had gone, I could always feel the longing of the living."

Zhao Jing took his hands on his back and suddenly emphasized his tone and continued, "But for 13 years, you have always stood so far and you wouldn't want to get close to here. I often think that your child is too unfilial. No matter what, you should have a commemoration with your father. But now I understand that you are not unfilial, but you feel that you have not yet revenged your great revenge, so you would rather let the grave be left deserted, and wait for the enemy's head to come to pay tribute. I ask you, what I said is right?"

Duan Wuya looked forward and saw Zhao Jing’s hunched back!

Zhao Jing still said, "For 13 years, I was obsessed with 'seeking immortals and asking for the Tao'. You were obsessed with practicing martial arts and killings. In 13 years, I have broken forty-nine copper furnaces and countless bottles of elixirs. What about you, what about the enemy who died under your sword? I am afraid that it is not less than the copper furnaces that are destroyed in my hands. In the future, I am more afraid that there will be as many elixirs as I have refined..."

"Entertainment Father, I..."

Listening to Zhao Jing's increasingly excited words, Duan Wuya had tears in his eyes, but he couldn't say a lot of words when he was at his mouth!

"Forget it, don't say it, I won't ask. I just feel that in the past, I have loosened my discipline on you and let you go alone. But now, the situation in Jinling City is in a turbulent situation. I dare not let you be like before. I want you to go to Rong Ge'er and be his guard. Are you willing?"

"But... the adoptive father, Wuya only knows how to kill people, but he can't protect people..." Duan Wuya was panicked.

"Then you, just stay by Brother Rong and kill all those who want to kill him..." Zhao Jing said in a cold voice.

Duan Wuya hugged his fists, picked up the sword, and turned around, because he knew that he could ignore anyone's words, but he could not refuse the words of the old man who had protected him for thirteen years, nor would he refuse!

Zhao Jing had not turned around and still stared deeply at the tomb in front of him. There was no monument, but thirteen years have passed, and the names of the people inside were still deeply engraved in his heart.

"Old brother, the Duan family is alone. I can't let him continue to roam around. Just let him follow Brother Rong, just hope they can be safe!"

After saying that, Zhao Jing's figure disappeared slowly in the mottled light and shadow of the bamboo forest...

The words are divided into two ends, each showing one branch.

However, Zhao Rong, who returned to the Ningguo Duke's Mansion, didn't know what his grandfather Zhao Jing sent Duan Wuya to him. When he returned to the mansion, he happened to see Zhao Le. Zhao Hu and several craftsmen hung the door plaque of his living courtyard. Looking at the four small-character plaques in Yuewei Xiaozhu hanging upright, Zhao Rong smiled sincerely!

"This is probably the first thing I did to change the things around me when I came to this world!"

Zhao Rong was thinking, but he saw Qin Keqing and Zhao Xichun coming together. Ruizhu followed closely behind, Baozhu and several maids. The group were obviously quite surprised to see the scene in front of the courtyard.

Zhao Xichun hurried forward, stared at Zhao Rong and said, "Brother Rong, what is this?"

Although Qin Keqing did not speak, he also looked at him.

Zhao Rong had a faint smile on his face and replied slowly, "I always felt that the name of Tianxianglou was not very good these days, so I asked my servant to change the door plaque. From now on, the courtyard will be called Yue Wei Xiaozhu, 王, don't call it the wrong name in the future!"

"Yuewei Xiaozhu?"

Zhao Xichun was stunned for a moment, and even Qin Keqing, who was standing behind, was a little confused. The two of them obviously figured out what was going on!

"Yuewei..."

Zhao Rong was about to explain the meaning of the word "Yuewei" to the two, but was interrupted by the butler Zhao Yongquan who rushed over. Zhao Yongquan was sweating profusely. When he saw Zhao Rong, he hurriedly said, "Young Master, the master asked you to go there immediately!"

"What the hell is it, so hurry?"

Zhao Rong looked at Zhao Yongquan and was very surprised. He had seen this housekeeper several times, but he still rarely saw him like this.

"There are people from the palace to announce the imperial edict, the young master should go there quickly!" Zhao Yongquan said.

"A man from the palace declares the imperial edict?"

Zhao Rong was even more surprised this time, so before he could react, he was pulled and pulled by the butler Zhao Yongquan to the front mansion.

On the way, Zhao Yongquan said a few words, and Zhao Rong could only understand the meaning of the person coming from the palace. It turned out that the work Zhao Zhen told him a few days ago was decided, and the person coming from the palace wanted to announce the edict.

When Zhao Rong learned that his errand was arranged by the emperor himself, he immediately became interested. He wanted to know what errands Zhao Zhen begged the emperor to arrange for him!
Chapter completed!