Zhou Duan had disabled legs and was unable to move, so he did not accompany other junior brothers to protect the master who was in seclusion.

During the day, I saw that my son was restless, so I secretly paid attention. After Zhou Nianping left Zhuoyuxuan, he followed him all the way to Nianfangyuan with tracking techniques.

He was slow to move. When he entered the gap in the barrier and reached the stone house, Mu Changfeng and Zhou Nianping had been chatting for a long time, and only heard about Mu Changfeng sealing the Blood Demon in Yiai Temple.

His heart was turbulent, but there was no turbulence on his face.

Zhou Nianping smiled like a cute little fox, but his smile soon became chilling, and he turned from a cute little fox into a fierce wolf. "I know I have touched the Master's reverse scale. It doesn't matter. I'm not afraid of him. If you want to complain, go and sue it."

Mu Changfeng secretly pulled Zhou Nianping's sleeve and signaled that he should not be so disrespectful to his father.

Zhou Nianping snorted and said, "Why are you running around with two sticks? My mother is not here, and no one helps you when she falls. It's so icy and snowy that you can't get up on the ground. If my mother is still on the road to the underworld, she won't want to see you."

This was extremely disobedient, but Zhou Duan's expression remained unchanged from beginning to end. His sharp eyes turned around Mu Changfeng and Zhou Nianping, and he said nothing, and walked away with a crutch.

The quiet night is lonely, and only the harsh sound of the "tuk-tuk" at the turning point of the wood fell into Zhou Nianping's ears, and it was no different from ghost crying, which was extremely disgusting.

"Mr. Zhou is your father after all, so don't do this in the future." Mu Changfeng felt that Zhou Nianping's attitude towards his father was too much, and his tone inevitably became a little heavier.

Zhou Nianping showed hatred and said, "I would rather live in the world in the future."

Mu Changfeng stared at him blankly, and a bad premonition surged in his heart.

Every time Zhou Nianping saw his father, he was like seeing his life-and-death enemy. Mu Changfeng originally thought that Mr. Zhou was too perverted and indifferent to his son, so Zhou Nianping felt so wronged.

Zhou Nianping is very concerned about feelings, not to mention that Uncle Zhou has been disabled for many years. Even if he feels wronged, he will not be so cold-blooded and cruel, and he will not care about the relationship between father and son.

Master Zhou’s uncle committed suicide by taking poison. Does it have a lot to do with Uncle Zhou?

"You understand Uncle Zhou. His legs have turned into that way, and he will definitely feel uncomfortable."

"You know what you don't know anything, so don't blame me. I don't respect the Grand Master or my father. I'm just a bastard who is not arrogant? Mu Changfeng, what can you do to me?" His firecracker's temper finally broke out, his teeth pounded, his eyes were red, and he wanted to grab Mu Changfeng and beat him up.

When Mu Changfeng saw him like this, he would argue with Zhou Nianping in a quarrel. Now he only felt that he was very pitiful and miserable, and silently endured his anger without saying a word.

Zhou Nianping has always been soft but not hard. Seeing that Mu Changfeng had no resentment, he lowered his head guiltily, gently pressed the log in his arms with his right hand, and tried hard to endure the tears that were about to burst out from his eyes.

Mu Changfeng was very sad. Although Zhou Nianping was already in his thirties, his heart was like a child who had not grown up. It was a pity that his smart mind. If he was more mature and steady, no one could compare to the rising stars of Yulong Pavilion.

"Senior brother, you are seven years older than me and have made more contributions than me, but you have caused many troubles. If you can correct it, your future will be limitless." Mu Changfeng's selfishness told him that Zhou Nianping should be like a child who has not grown up and lacks steady maturity, so that he will not pose a threat. Conscience also told him that after all, he is a fellow disciple. After all, he is a fellow disciple. He grew up together since childhood, and Zhou Nianping's shortcomings and deficiencies should be corrected in time. After a moment of selfishness and conscience, Mu Changfeng chose his own conscience.

"You are right, but I can't control it. Changfeng, I have a bad temper. I shouldn't have lost my temper at you. Please take some responsibility." Zhou Nianping was grateful to Mu Changfeng for his frankness, and his tone became much softer.

The two made up the gap in the barrier and returned to the Suihan Sanyouyuan together. As soon as they walked to the garden gate, they heard Mu Wanlian's miserable cry, and they were hoarse and couldn't bear to listen.

Mu Changfeng was worried that his father could not control his younger sister, so he immediately ran wildly and jumped into the house.

Mu Wanlian's body was struggling violently, intending to get rid of the wooden stakes that were nailing to all limbs. The house was full of hostility, which was suffocating. Mu Rusong pressed the wooden stake firmly and burst into tears, "Child, I am my father, okay?"

Mu Wanlian lost all her reason, and her eyes turned red when she was angry and attacked her heart. She raised her head and bit Mu Rusong's wrist.

Mu Rusong felt sorry for his daughter and let her suck blood wildly.

Mu Changfeng's blood surged up, and he stepped forward and pulled out the wooden stake that nailed Mu Wanlian's right arm.

Mu Wanlian reached out to pull out the wooden stake on her left arm. Mu Changfeng used his hands like lightning, grabbed her right wrist and put on glass Buddhist beads for her.

The glazed Buddhist beads are flowing in time, and the room seems to be surrounded by a breeze. The sound of the old monk chanting Buddhist scriptures sounded softly.

The Buddha's voice came into his ears, and Mu Wanlian suddenly calmed down, motionless, slowly closed her eyes, and soon fell asleep.

At first, Mu Wanlian's sleeping appearance was like a dead person. After about a stick of incense, her face showed a normal blush, her lips returned to blood, and her eyelashes trembled, like two butterflies that were flapping their wings and about to fly, sweet and cute.

"Wanlian, little sister." Mu Changfeng smiled and called out twice.

Mu Wanlian said "um" softly, stretched out her pink tongue and licked her lips, turned her head to continue sleeping soundly.

Mu Changfeng was overjoyed and still remembered her nap when she was a child. She always stuck her tongue out and licked her lips. It seemed that she was also thinking about all kinds of delicious candies and pastries in her sleep, which made people laugh.

Zhou Nianping hugged Mu Changfeng's shoulder and said, "Wanlian is fine, you can keep your heart in your stomach."

Mu Changfeng nodded and pulled out the other three wooden stakes.

Mu Rusong said seriously: "Where did the Buddhist beads come from?"

Mu Changfeng wanted to tell a reasonable lie to deceive his father, but then he thought that he and Zhou Nianping were caught by Zhou Duan on the spot in Nianfangyuan. He was very likely to tell his father about this. Lies were not a proper way, and said, "Just just now, my senior brother and I sneaked into Nianfangyuan. The senior brother found the Buddhist beads in the bookshelf of the Grand Master's wife."

Mu Rusong said: "Your Grand Master's wife?"

Zhou Nianping quickly said, "Yes, the Grand Master is afraid of being hurt by the scene, so didn't he hide Nian Fangyuan? I took my junior brother and sneaked in."

Mu Rusong immediately understood that Zhou Nianping did not tell the truth to Mu Changfeng. The huge rock hanging in his heart fell down immediately and said, "No more in the future, the master does not like someone touching his wife's things."

The three of them kept guarding Mu Wanlian's side. At dawn, Mu Wanlian finally woke up quietly, with her big watery eyes turning around.

Mu Rusong was excited and choked and said, "Child, how do you feel? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Mu Wanlian said: "Who are you?"

Mu Rusong couldn't help but be stunned and couldn't speak for a long time.

Mu Changfeng said: "Little sister, he is a father."

Mu Wanlian said: "Who are you?"

Mu Changfeng felt sad and looked at Mu Rusong and said, "Did Wanlian lose her memory?"

Zhou Nianping burst out laughing and said, "Master, junior brother, are you so happy that you have become stupid?" He reached out and pinched Mu Wanlian's nose, "Little girl, do you still know me?"

"Brother Nianping." Mu Wanlian suddenly saw her childhood acquaintance and shouted sweetly.

Mu Changfeng suddenly realized that after Mu Wanlian passed away, his father was overly worried and sad, his hair was mostly white, and the wrinkles on his face were as dense as a knife.

After twelve years, he also changed from a young boy to a young man. Only Zhou Nianping had almost no change, his height had not changed, and his appearance was as white as twelve years ago, with slender eyes. It is reasonable for Mu Wanlian to recognize him at a glance.

"Look at who I am?" Mu Changfeng asked with a smile.

Mu Wanlian stretched out her little hand, touched Mu Changfeng's eyelids, and then pressed his nose and cheeks, saying, "It seems like my brother, why are you so tall and your face has become bigger."

Mu Changfeng was both happy and sad. It was so happy that Wanlian finally recognized him. What was sad was that Wanlian turned into a corpse ghost. She was still a child after thousands of years and would never grow up.

Wanlian's name comes from "I have found a partner with my heart and I have collected a partner with my heart." Senior Sister Xin and her parents hope that she will become a lady from a family, find a husband who will have a happy life, and be safe, happy and smooth.

A simple wish is destined to become an unattainable luxury, how can you not be sad?

Mu Rusong said: "Lian'er, I am my father."

Mu Wanlian exclaimed and said, "Dad? Dad's hair is black."

Mu Rusong burst into tears and said, "You have left us for twelve years. Your brother has grown up and your father has grown old, so he will have a lot of white hair."

"I've been away for twelve years?" Mu Wanlian looked confused, not knowing that she was already a dead person. "Are you still fighting with your mother?"

Mu Rusong's heart was cut by a knife and said, "I won't fight or quarrel. Our family will fall in love with each other in the future. Lian'er will have a good sleep."

He moved Mu Wanlian out of the bed and moved her legs inside. Mu Wanlian's whole body trembled and she jumped up with a scream.

"Help, help, father, mother, brother, help." The scene of falling into the water surged into my heart, and Mu Wanlian shouted in horror.
Chapter completed!