After reading my mind, all the villains in the family are in trouble

Dongfang Jing's words successfully made Dongfang Zhen look thoughtful.

Dongfang Jing, who saw his changes, knew it well——

He will definitely be moved.

Dongfang Zhen is the most ambitious "chief" among the Dongfang clan members in these generations. In recent years, he has continued to expand the scope of his interference and has secretly interacted with various forces. What is his purpose?
Isn't it just that you want the Dongfang clan to have a higher status so that they can dominate other forces? !

And if you want to do this, you can no longer keep a low profile as before. Otherwise, if outsiders don't even know about the Dongfang Clan and have rarely heard of it, how can they have any influence?

Now Dongfang Jing is giving him a pillow when Dongfang Zhen is dozing off. Not only will he not be really angry, but he will secretly give him a push.

"This matter needs long-term consideration. You should keep a low profile and be careful when you go out, otherwise there will be too many people who covet the Dongfang family. If something happens to you, your father will not feel at ease." Dongfang Zhen sighed softly, his tone He also became gentler and less aggressive.

"Thank you, Third Uncle, for your concern." Dongfang Jing lowered his eyes and said in a very sincere tone.

"Well, I still have business to take care of."

Dongfang Zhen left after finishing speaking.

Third Aunt Luo Ying stroked her chest and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Fortunately, your third uncle didn't take offense to you, A Jing. He was right. You should be more careful when you go out. After all, there are too many people staring at us," she said.

Dongfang Jing held San Auntie's arm and half-pulled her out of the courtyard with a smile, "I know San Auntie loves me the most, and I know that. Don't worry. It's cold today. Don't wait in the courtyard for so long. It’s better to catch a cold, it’s better to go back and rest quickly.”

"You child...you have to be safe, otherwise how can I explain to your mother?" He lowered his head to wipe away tears.

Luo Ying and Dongfang Jing's mother were close friends and watched him grow up.

After Dongfang Jing's mother passed away, Luo Ying almost took on the role of half of his mother, caring about him and taking good care of him. The relationship between the two was very good.

After Dongfang Heng also fell into a coma, Luo Ying became the person closest to him in the entire Dongfang family, and was also the mediator between Dongfang Jing and Sanbo Dongfang Town.

Without her presence, the relationship between Dongfangjing and Dongfangzhen would be even more tense.

"Thanks to you being here all these years, my mother would be very happy if she knew..." Dongfang Jing looked at her and said.

Luo Ying paused in wiping her tears. When she raised her head, she looked like a gentle and elegant lady. She said a little bit angrily: "You are still so polite to me? I have already treated you as my own son."

Dongfang Jing smiled sincerely, "Yes, yes, but you'd better go back and rest quickly, don't hurt your body."

He just pushed Luo Ying away.

When Luo Ying walked away, Dongfang Jing's face showed no expression, and he didn't know what he was thinking about as he looked ahead.

"Son!"

One of the attendants standing outside the courtyard walked out, looked at the direction Luo Ying left, then trotted to stand beside Dongfang Jing, and said excitedly: "Are we going out again?"

In the past, the young master only knew how to read books and practice the secrets of the clan all day long, and rarely went out.

But recently, it has suddenly become more frequent, and I go out openly, unlike before.

Jiang Yun was staring at people repairing the courtyard a few days ago and couldn't leave. He couldn't go out with Dongfang Jing, not to mention regretting it.

Now that things are done, if the young master goes again, he must follow!

"Can't you hold it in in the forest?" Dongfang Jing glanced at him and raised the corners of his mouth.

"Yes, I can't hold it in anymore. The clan is so lifeless and boring." Jiang Yun curled his lips.

Jiang Yun has a baby face and is small in stature. He looks like a boy in his late teens.

The faces of the henchmen are vivid, the voices are real, and the people are lively and agile.

He would surround him like a noisy bird, chirping non-stop.He was no longer the angry man lying on the ground with his face covered in blood, but still trying to shout to him, "Master, hurry up."

Dongfang Jing stared at him and suddenly reached out and patted Jiang Yun on the shoulder, "I will take you with me wherever I go from now on."

After saying that, he turned around and went back to his room to get his things.

Jiang Yun's eyes widened.

The young master looked at him with a strange look just now. It was an emotion he had never seen before, with some sadness and nostalgia... Who was he thinking of?

"Chirp—"

The bird with a golden head and blue tail flew back after inspecting its territory, and then landed on Jiang Yun's head.

"Go, go, your claws are pulling my head so hard."

Jiang Yun called out and then started chasing the birds away.

But the bird was chirping happily, playing a game of grabbing hair in the air, pecking from the east to the west, and after a while, Jiang Yun's head became as messy as a chicken nest.

Jiang Yun was angry, and a wisp of flame flew out of his fingertips——

"Little Huanfeng, let's see if I don't burn all your bird feathers!"

Huanfeng flapped its wings and flew up. When it opened its mouth, a strong wind blew over. The flames that were supposed to hit it were directly blown back to Jiang Yun's head!
Jiang Yun yelled and jumped angrily, but Huan Feng chirped happily, as if laughing.

"Why did you mess with it? It's gone."

Dongfang Jing closed the door, holding an ice jade-colored thin sword in his hand. He burst out laughing when he saw this scene. With a flick of his wrist, the hilt of the sword stabbed Jiang Yun in the back of the heart.

He immediately calmed down and glared at Huanfeng, then followed Dongfang Jing in a jittery manner.

"Sir, where are we going? I want to eat the same barbecued meat that I had last year."

"Okay, I'll take you to eat, and then you can follow me to find someone after eating."

"Hey, are you really taking me there? Master, you are so kind! But who should we go to?"

Jiang Yun was flattered.

I ordered the name of the dish, and the young master actually nodded? ?

"You'll know when you go."

……

The next day, Ning Zhishui left the cave and led some disciples under the leadership of Feng Lin.

Disciples at different levels received different quotas, and what she could get was almost the highest.

Along the way, many people were looking at Ning Zhishui.

When a person with a high level of cultivation goes to see a person with a low level of cultivation, he can tell at a glance what the level of cultivation is. However, for people with the same level of cultivation or a person with a low level of cultivation, it is difficult to see clearly and they can only make a rough guess.

Especially for people with low cultivation, when they look at people with high cultivation, they only feel that the other person's strength is vague and somewhat unpredictable.

At Ning Zhishui's age, she was already in the late fourth realm, which made some people passing by feel a little confused after sensing her strength——

This person should have good talent, why haven't I seen him before?

In this way, they arrived all the way to the Deacon Hall. After arriving, Ning Zhishui discovered that there were many people queuing in the hall and they were noisy.