Jun Youyun

Chapter 282
On Mount Weilong.

Su Heji, who was dozing off on the chair, suddenly shivered and woke up from his lethargy.

"What's wrong?" asked the old butler standing beside him.

"No, I just dreamed about my childhood. My father had thirteen children, and I was the youngest one. I was the thinnest and the weakest in learning martial arts. Once I sneaked down the mountain to play. When I returned to the mountain, I was caught by three Uncle’s children met me, they threatened me not to let me go back, and even snatched the candied haws I brought from the mountain.” Su Heju smiled, “Then I met my third brother. The third brother didn’t ask any questions , beat them all up, and then took me up the mountain."

The old housekeeper also laughed: "The temper of the third son at that time, the people on the mountain can understand it deeply."

Su Heju sighed softly: "Third brother is a good brother, but not a good son. He finally forced his father to a desperate situation, so it led to a tragedy."

The old butler shook his head and said, "The Patriarch had no other choice back then."

"Actually, I really wanted to stand up with him back then, because I thought he was right." Su Heju picked up the teacup beside him, "It's too late."

The old housekeeper said in relief: "Next time when he returns to the mountain, let's talk to him about the past."

"It's too late." Su Heju said slowly, "I don't think Third Brother will go back to Mount Weilong again."

Under the boundless mountains.

Su Baiyi stood up and wiped away the tears on his face.

Tantai Jingyue was also in tears at this moment, she choked up and said: "I will bury Mr. Su's body in our tribe, and after you return to the southern border, Mr. Su, send someone to transport Mr. Su's body back to Weilong Mountain Bar."

"No need." Su Suomo said calmly, "The hometown of the Su family has never been Weilong Mountain. Su Jian, follow me to rest on Kunlun forever."

"Kunlun?" Su Baiyi was taken aback. Being able to be buried on Kunlun should be the greatest honor of the Su clan.

Su Sumo nodded and repeated, "Kunlun."

"Thank you Mountain Lord!" Su Baiyi choked up again.

"A swordsman's life is always lonely. It's like the snow on the Kunlun Mountains, which lasts for thousands of years and never melts for thousands of years. If you want to meet the light of that day, you have to wait day after day. The swordsman is buried in Kunlun. It's the best ending." Su Suomo picked up Su Jian's collar and looked forward, "Go, follow me up the mountain."

Su Baiyi hurriedly said to Tantai Jingyue: "The rest of the sheepskin gold and silver and these horses are given to the girl. During this time, thank you for being with me. If there is a chance in the future, I will definitely take you to Mount Weilong Take a look, and do our Su family's friendship as landlords."

Tantai Jingyue has not yet recovered from that sad mood: "Mr. Su said that when he sees Kunlun Mountain, he will marry me as his wife."

Su Baiyi was stunned: "When did he say it, why don't I know?"

"I said it while you were going to fetch water from the river." Tantai Jingyue couldn't help but shed tears again.

Su Baiyi was dumbfounded suddenly: "But he is so old..."

"It's not inferior to any young man I've ever met." Tantai Jingyue sniffed.

Su Baiyi turned his head and looked at Su Jian who had closed his eyes and slept forever. The sadness in his heart was completely interrupted by the sudden thunder.

But this is Su Jian.

When he was alive, he was a young man full of righteous blood, but he disguised himself as a cynical villain.

After his death, he left a soul-stirring legend of swordsmanship, but he still wanted to add a touch of fun to the sadness.

"This old man..." Su Baiyi wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and cursed in a low voice.

"Let's go, this old man's life was not in vain, I, the Lord of Kunlun Mountain, envy him." Su Suomo took Su Jian's body and jumped forward.

Su Baiyi cupped his fists at Tantai Jingyue for the last time, and immediately followed.

"Your internal strength is terribly poor, but this lightness skill is not bad." Su Suomo turned his head and said.

"My master passed it on, called walking horse." Su Baiyi replied.

"Let's go. The Su family doesn't have this kind of martial arts, is it newly created by later generations?" Su Suomo asked.

"I didn't grow up in Su's family. It was my master Xie Kanhua who raised me. He passed this martial arts to me." Su Baiyi replied.

"Xie Kanhua, that name was mentioned by Su Han." Su Sumo glanced at Su Baiyi, "It seems that there is a story about you."

"The entire Su family has experienced a strange story." Su Baiyi sighed.

"When you get to Kunlun, talk to me about it." Su Sumo raised his head and said.

Qingzhou City.

The Mu Family Mansion.

Nangong Xi'er opened her eyes.

At the same time, more than a dozen masks of different colors and expressions were spinning around her rapidly, and with a wave of her hands, those masks flew even more ostentatiously.

Priest Xue stood in front of her and nodded in praise: "That's right, your understanding ranks among the top three people I've met, regardless of gender."

"I don't quite understand, what's the use of being able to manipulate so many masks in the air? Do you want to juggle on the street to earn money?" Nangong Xi'er wondered.

"It's not like I didn't do this when I had no money in the rivers and lakes." Priest Xue said with a smile, "But besides juggling, it's not that there are other uses. When you replace the mask with a flying sword, no one will dare to mess with you in the future. "

Nangong Xi'er was taken aback: "So that's the case, then why do you keep using a mask?"

"It's very special, isn't it?" Priest Xue's tone was a little proud, "Walking in the rivers and lakes, there is always something different from others. The rivers and lakes are huge. There are 1 people wielding swords and 8000 people wielding knives. I am the only one who uses a mask. I don't want to exclaim - is this the legendary Priest Xue who uses a mask as a weapon?"

"I can't tell, Master, you are someone who likes to be remembered so much." Nangong Xi'er waved her hand lightly, and all the masks slowly fell off.

"Who wasn't like this when I was young? Later, when I got older, I got tired of these false names." Priest Xue waved his hand, "But it's already too late. There are legends about me everywhere in the Jianghu."

"Stinky fart." Nangong Xi'er lightly hooked her fingers, and suddenly a mask was thrown at Priest Xue.

The mask on Priest Xue's face suddenly turned into an angry face, and the mask that flew over immediately shattered into five or six pieces and fell to the ground. .” After speaking, he immediately shrank his neck, dodging a mask flying from behind his head.

Nangong Xi'er took the mask and put it on her face: "It almost succeeded."

Priest Xue clapped his hands: "That's right, next time you put on the mask, go test that Su Baiyi. See if he can recognize you with the mask on."

Nangong Xi'er smiled and said, "Good idea."

(End of this chapter)