Chapter 857 (1/2)

”Bang...” Han Jingjing slams the door.

Han's mother was stunned for a moment, laughing and scolding: ”the child's temper is more and more strange.”

Yu Qingyu laughed at Han's mother. ”Auntie, you go to dinner. I'll talk to him.”

”Dong Dong” Yu Qingyu knocked on the door, ”Xiao Jing, I'm a little tired. You let me go in and sleep for a while.”

Han Zhujing has only two rooms to sleep in. He can't let him sleep in his mother's room?

Han Zhucheng read the Qingxin Sutra again. He sat on the Kang and set up a meditation posture. His voice was clear and clear, ”come on.”

When Yu Qingyu enters the door, he sees Han Zhujing close his eyes, as if he is in a fixed position. He walks to the edge of the Kang and sits down. He looks at Han Zhujing quietly.

His closed eyelashes seemed to be shaking gently, and Yu Qingyu was laughing. He was only a 15-year-old boy. His disguise was not in place at all.

But Yu Qingyu did not tear him apart. He quickly took off his shoes and went to the Kang. He pulled the quilt to cover himself. There was a gentle smile in the corners of his mouth.

It's nice to have a room with him.

The next day, when Yu Qingyu woke up, there was no Han Zhujing in the room. He knew that he must have gone up the mountain, but he was right in front of him. He couldn't find it. It's strange to find him on the mountain.

Han Zhujing and his two elder martial brothers run to the mountain every day. Yu Qingyu cooks rice every day and waits for him to come back. Anyway, he is determined not to go. All kinds of methods are used repeatedly.

Finally, half a month later, the three men announced that they gave up.

The villagers were completely afraid of Huang Daxian. So many people died. Taoist priest Lin was so famous that they didn't expect Han Zhujing. They just left their families and worshipped Huang Daxian.

Wong Tai Hsien's reputation has been increased by 10%. No one in Northeast China dares to kill a weasel. Yu Qingyu also protected his grandchildren.

Han Zhujing and his three people are ready to go back and bury Taoist priest Lin.

Yu Qingyu got familiar with them and got on the plane with them.

Han Zhujing looks indifferent, as if in addition to that day, those shy panic never appeared the same.

Yu Qingyu is not in a hurry. He is only a teenager. He can afford to wait.