Chapter Fifty-two

  "Girl?" Dao Jing's eyebrows furrowed slightly as she thought of what she had just seen, and she couldn't help but think it was strange.

  He didn't speak when he saw him, and his anger grew heavier. He took a step forward, forcing Dao Jing to retreat continuously. It seemed that he was also intimidated by this cold aura. Dao Jing opened his mouth, but couldn't even say a word of defense. In his heart, there was an inexplicable sense of fear!

  "Listen up, previously it was me who listened to you, that was just giving you face on your own turf, doesn't mean everything you said is right! If you want to survive in this world, from now on you must listen to me!"

  "How dare you!"

  Meng Mu sneered and took out the golden bow, holding it in his hand. "I'm still being too lenient, mortals are even more arrogant, who would recognize you outside of Wu Yue? The mortal world has its own survival rules, what do gods like you count for? Those beautiful women, handsome men, each one can toy with you to death! Look at the people you brought out, are you here on business or just playing around? I'm risking my life to protect you, but I won't let you indulge in your whims and cause trouble!"

  "You!" Dao Jing glared at him, her chest heaving with rage, and finally pushed him hard. "Get out of the way!", she turned into a beam of pure light and shot up into the sky.

  By the dry creek, Lu Jian stood beside He Jun, anxiously looking around, the scorching sun making her sweat profusely. Finally, two figures landed one after another, and not far away, Dao Jing walked over with a calm face, followed by Meng Mu with an expressionless face.

  It's rare to see two people being so serious at the same time, Lu Jian thought they had encountered some trouble and hurriedly went forward to greet them.

  "What's wrong? What's wrong?"

  "It's okay!"

  "It's okay"

  "......" Lu Jian and Cheng Fu exchanged a glance, "Are they sick or something?"

  "Where are we going?" The wheels started turning again, and Lu Jian broke the silent atmosphere bravely.

  Dao Jing's expression eased a bit, and he said lightly: "Ying Shui, Yun Su's home"

  Lu Jian: “......”

  Meng Mu: "...... Ah!"

  If only the first half of the sentence was heard, Meng Mu might have thought that Dao Jing had finally listened to his words. This is Ying Shui, which was once a territory of the ancient Qingyang country. Now, with the passage of time, this country has long since ceased to exist. However, it remains a prosperous city, under the jurisdiction of Dongyue, named Xueye.

  But... he didn't know what else to do to deal with this tyrannical young master except sigh.

  It's like this, and it's also a different path with the same destination.

  Meng Mu felt suffocated for a moment and got out of the car to communicate with He Jun.

  The city under the East Mountain and the Wu-Yue region are quite different, not only are the streets wider and more even, but also the customs of the people are more bold and simple. Everywhere you can see strong men carrying knives and women with children on their backs walking briskly. After being used to the reserved elegance of the water town for some days, hearing soft whispers, now standing in the noisy street of the snowy field, it feels like entering a new world.

  After entering the city, it's not very convenient to take a ride again, and such a distinctive horse-drawn carriage is too conspicuous. Dao Jing led the crowd through the streets with ease, and soon arrived at the gate of a small courtyard in the city. The door was open, presumably because the owner was at home. Inside, the yard was not large, with only three rooms in total. A jujube tree was planted in the yard, under which there was a small stone mill, and it was very clean and tidy.

  Mengmu You reluctantly stepped forward and blocked Dao Jing's path for a moment, lowering his voice to say: "Young Master"

  "Huh?"

  "Nowadays when we go out, it's better to change our names to avoid unnecessary trouble." Seeing Jing didn't immediately object, he continued with a burst of energy: "I'm all doing this for your own good!"

  Dào Jìng Mù did not glance sideways, gazing at the door, listening to him finish speaking, merely nodding slightly, without saying a word. Hé Jùn hastily followed up with an explanation: "Oh, right, our young master is called Yún Zhāo here, everyone remember that."

  "Oh, Yun Su, Yun Zhao, listen carefully!" Lu Jian's innocent and lively voice rang out as she skipped forward, "So is this your home?"

  "It can also be said like this," Jingbao said with a smile and patted her shoulder.

  "Who's come?" At this time, an old woman's voice came from the house, although aged but very kind. Everyone looked at Dao Jing, only to see his face full of smiles, and he said loudly: "Mother, Yun Zhao has come to visit you!"

  Crowd: "Pffft......!!!!!!!!!!!......"

  An old lady with white hair opened the door and took three steps forward, then two steps back to welcome them. Meng Mu felt his brain was not working properly.

  "What's going on?"

  Half a time later, Meng Mu, who was squatting beside the millstone, finally came to his senses. On that side, the mother and son were chatting warmly about private matters, while the rest of the people hid under the shade of the trees waiting.

  He kicked Jian with one foot. The other party took a long time to pull out his straight eyes from the full soybeans on the millstone, "What's wrong?"

  "You're the one who should tell me, what's going on here?"

  He Jun followed his gesture and took a look inside the house, then turned back with a puzzled expression, "What's going on?"

  "Alas, you... " He was about to say 'fool' but fearing a beating, changed his words: "I'm telling you, Jing Ah, don't tell me that old lady is his own mother, and your family's divine young master was taken away by an immortal from this small courtyard?"

  "This" and Jun stretched out his hand, "Don't ask me, I don't know either. All I know is that the young master comes here several times a year, but it's actually Young Master Yun Su who doesn't come home often."

  "Is Yun Su his brother?" Meng Mu looked around the small courtyard carefully, but he couldn't believe that such a place could produce someone so talented. How did that wrinkled old lady have such great fortune? One son was the successor of Tiantai Mountain and the other was the chief disciple of Dongyue...

  "This is too weird...too weird..."

  Lu Jing and Yun Su don't look alike at all.

  Meng Mu thought about it and recalled the young hero he had only met twice. He was heroic, calm, and elegant, with a refined and handsome appearance. Indeed, they were two people of different styles. If they could give birth to such excellent sons, their parents must not be ordinary people either.

  Cheng Fu thought for a moment and didn't interrupt. When she looked up, she saw the door open and Dao Jing standing at the entrance beckoning to her.

  "Your Highness!"

  "Come in," said Jingxiang after a moment's thought, and then called out to Lujian, "You come too."

  "Hao da" The deer sprang away with a jump, and didn't forget to turn back and make a face at Meng Mu, whose face was full of worry and gloom.

  "Mother, at the end of spring and beginning of summer you are most prone to gastrointestinal discomfort. This is my friend, he's a doctor, let him take a look at you, okay?" Dao Jing obediently stood by the bedside, while the little old lady sat steadily on the bed, gazing at him with an unblinking gaze. Lu Jian deeply felt that at this moment, not to mention letting her see a doctor, even if it was just going out for a couple of laps, she would probably be willing.

  Chen Fu got the order and respectfully went forward to take the pulse, without saying much. The old lady, on the other hand, asked one question after another: "Young man is really handsome, where do you live, are your parents still alive, have you been married before..." After just a few sentences, Chen Fu was sweating profusely and didn't know how to answer.

  "Ah~" said Jing with a playful tone, drawing out the last syllable, "Xing Fu is already embarrassed by your question."

  "Ah? Haha haha!" The old lady laughed so hard she was doubled over, slapping her thigh and saying to the crowd: "That's right! Other people's kids have thin skin, but not our two little rascals - their skin is as thick as a pincushion, nothing can pierce it!"

  "Hah...!" Lu Jian couldn't help it anymore, covering his stomach and laughing loudly, "Haha, sorry about that, I've never heard of such a thing before..."

  Dao Jing didn't think much of it and nodded calmly in agreement, looking like he really had a thick skin.

  Cheng Fu finished taking the pulse, still retreated to one side, only saying that the spleen and stomach were a bit weak and hot, recently the appetite might not be good, wait for me to go get the medicine myself, come back and eat a few times to adjust and it will be fine.

  Yun old lady thanked and beckoned to Luo Jian with her hand, "Good girl, come over here"

  The deer-like girl skipped over, the old lady warmly pulled her to sit beside her, holding her hand and stroking the small braid on her head, with a smile in her eyes. "Good child, what's your name?"

  "My name is Lu Jian, uh... Yun Niang." After racking my brain for half a day, I finally came up with this name. But to my surprise, the old lady burst out laughing and said, "Don't call me that, it's too formal. Just call me Da Niang (mother). Hehe, my Xiao Zhao has finally grown up, he never liked playing with girls when he was little." As she spoke, she gave Dao Jing a meaningful glance.

  Dào Jìng's face suddenly turned pale and he quickly explained: "Mother, you're thinking too much, this is just a friend of mine."

  "Really!" Yundan feigned surprise, laughing and clapping her hands, "I didn't think anything of it, I suppose little Shao'er was just overthinking..."

  Dào Jìng felt himself sweating profusely and hastily took his leave.

  "Mom, I'm going to get you some medicine."

  "Luoyi, you accompany my mother and chat with her," he said, and then beckoned to Chengfu and ran off like a gust of wind.

  Lu Jing sat quietly beside Yundang for a while, answering all her questions. As he glanced around the room, his eyes suddenly fell on a bamboo basket placed on top of the bedside cabinet, filled with many red and green things, which instantly piqued his curiosity.

  "Cloud girl, what is that?"

  "Huh? Oh, this is just a needle and thread basket."

  "Thread..." Ling Jiao curiously picked up a ball of white thread, on which was still inserted a thin and shiny object. She carefully pulled it out and pinched it in her hand, "Is this the needle?"

  "My treasure, have you never seen this before?" Cloud Madam smiled and took the basket from him, placing it in her lap. She pulled Lu Jian to sit beside her and pointed at the things inside, asking one by one, "What's this?"

  Deer arrow shakes head

  "These are scissors"

  "Oh, what about that one?"

  "This is a cone"

  "Oh, you mentioned earlier that it was Dao Jing's... Oh no, no, no, Yun Zhao's face is too thick, this awl can't even pierce it"

  Yun's mother seemed not to have heard her mistake and smiled as she explained each point to her.

  "A girl's family should learn more needlework skills, just like those men who wield swords and guns, this is also a woman's skill to take care of the family!"

  Jin Chao Mama 2014/10/21 5:08