Chapter 14 (1/2)

Linglong turns her head and takes a look. She is far away from the tomb and can't see the figure of the younger martial brother in front of the tomb.

”80% of them are crying...”

The wind is strong, Jiang Fan did not hear clearly, asked more: ”what?”

”I said, younger martial brother, I'm probably crying now.”

Jiang Fan threw those suspicions aside and nodded, ”80% of them are.”

The younger martial brother is usually embarrassed to cry in front of people. At this moment, they are not in front of him. I certainly don't have to bear it.

Xiaodong's eyes are full of tears at this time, but they are not sad to cry out, they are made to smoke hard.

The mountain wind is too strong. As soon as the paper money and gold foil are on fire, the flame will suddenly jump up and roll straight to the person. Xiaodong was startled. He was kneeling in front of the tomb, so he quickly rolled back.

Fortunately, he was able to hide quickly.

But he couldn't fill in the rest of the paper money a little bit, so he had to stand far away and stretch his arms to pour the rest of the bag down.

As a result, it poured too much again, and the fire was pressed down, and all the smoke came out. The fire did not burn to the body, but the smoke suddenly fan into the eyes, Xiaodong coughed and wiped his eyes to the windward station.

Don't wait for the next time.

When the paper money is burned, Xiaodong kneels down again and kowtows.

”Uncle, I'm very good in Huihui mountain, the master is very kind to me, and the elder martial brothers and sisters treat me well, just like real hands and feet...”

”It's just that I'm so stupid that I haven't learned a set of entry-level sword skills up to now. Master is going down the mountain now. I want to work hard again. When the master comes back, I will definitely take an examination of the school. Then I must be able to practice a set of sword skills. ”

There are a lot of words, all pressure in his heart, he can not say, also do not know how to say.

My uncle brought him up when he was a child. He didn't have to worry about him when he was dying. He dragged his sick body to Huihui mountain and entrusted him to his master.

But he didn't return anything. In the past, my uncle and nephew were together. If there was anything delicious and good to eat, my uncle would leave it to him. At that time, he said with great pride that when he had a promising future, he would give him all the delicious and interesting things.

I remember my uncle laughing so happily

Now I want to come, my heart is sour and bitter.

Elder martial sister Linglong, they have wiped several tombstones next to each other. There is no inscription on these tombstones. All along, they only know that the master is buried below, but who is the master has never heard of.

”Elder martial brother, you don't know who is buried here?”

Mo Chen shook his head: ”master did not mention.”

As for why there are no inscriptions on the stele, maybe there is something hidden in it.

The elder martial brothers swept the tomb and went back. When they met Xiaodong, Linglong and Jiang Fan would not give face to each other. Even Mo Chen couldn't help smiling.

Xiaodong is still unconscious, left to look at the right, did not think of the problem.

Mo Chen touched out the handkerchief and handed it to him. He pointed to his face implicitly: ”wipe it. It's dusty.”