Dongfang Jing's words successfully made Dongfang Zhen look thoughtful.
Dongfang Jing, who had seen his changes, knew it all—
He will definitely be moved.
Dongfang Zhen is the most ambitious "clan leader" among the generations of Dongfang people. In recent years, he has continuously expanded the scope of his interference and secretly interacted with various forces. What is his purpose?
Isn't it just to elevate the status of the Eastern Clan so that they can surpass other factions?!
If they want to do this, they can no longer keep a low profile like before. Otherwise, if outsiders don’t even understand the Oriental people and have rarely heard of them, how can they have any influence?
Now Dongfang Jing is like handing Dongfang Zhen a pillow when he is sleepy. Not only will he not be really angry, but he will also give him a push in secret.
"This matter still needs long-term consideration. You'd better be low-key and careful when you go out. Otherwise, there are too many people coveting the Dongfang family. If something happens to you, your father will not be at ease." Dongfang Zhen sighed lightly, and his tone became gentler, no longer so aggressive.
"Thank you for your concern, Uncle San. I'm sorry for the trouble you took." Dongfang Jing lowered his eyes and said with a very sincere tone.
"Well, I have some business to attend to."
Dongfang Zhen left after saying this.
Third aunt Luo Ying patted her chest and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Fortunately, your third uncle didn't blame you, Ajing. He is right. You should be careful when you go out. After all, there are too many people watching us." she said.
Dongfang Jing supported Third Aunt's arm, smiled, and half-pulled her out of the yard. "I know Third Aunt loves me the most. I know it in my heart, don't worry. It's cold today. You've been waiting in the yard for so long. I hope you don't catch a cold. You should go back and rest."
"You child... I hope you are safe and sound, otherwise how can I explain to your mother?" As he said this, he lowered his head to wipe his 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 his mother, caring for him and taking good care of him. The two have a very good relationship.
After Dongfang Heng 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 his third uncle Dongfang Zhen.
Without her presence, the relationship between Dongfang Jing and Dongfang Town would be even more tense.
"Thanks to you for all these years, if my mother knew... she would definitely be very pleased." 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 again. She said with a hint of resentment, "You're still so polite to me? I've long regarded you as my own son."
Dongfang Jing smiled sincerely, "Yes, yes, but you should go back and rest quickly, don't hurt your body."
He pushed Luo Ying away.
After Luo Ying left, Dongfang Jing's face was expressionless, and he was looking ahead, thinking about something.
"Young Master!"
One of the attendants standing outside the courtyard walked out, looked in the direction Luo Ying left, then trotted over to stand beside Dongfang Jing and said excitedly, "Should we go out again?"
In the past, the young master only knew how to read books and practice, cultivating the clan's secret techniques, and rarely went out.
But recently, it has suddenly become more frequent, and he goes out openly, not hiding it like before.
Jiang Yun was busy renovating the courtyard a few days ago and couldn't leave, so he couldn't go out with Dongfang Jing. He regretted it so much.
Now that the work is done, if the young master goes again, he must follow!
"Can't hold it in the forest anymore?" Dongfang Jing glanced at him with a smile on his face.
"Yes, I couldn't hold it back any longer. The clan is so dead and boring." Jiang Yun curled his lips.
Jiang Yun has a baby face and a small stature, looking like a teenager of sixteen or seventeen.
The faces of his trusted subordinates are vivid, their voices are genuine, and they are lively and lively.
He would gather around him like a noisy bird, chirping non-stop.
He was no longer the dying person lying on the ground with blood all over his face, still shouting to him, "Young Master, hurry up and leave."
Dongfang Jing stared at him, and suddenly reached out and patted Jiang Yun on the shoulder, "From now on, wherever we go, I will take you with me."
After saying that, he turned around and went back to his room to get something.
Jiang Yun widened his eyes.
Just now, the young master looked at him with a strange look, an emotion he had never had before, with some sadness and nostalgia... Who was he thinking of?
“Chirp—”
The bird with a golden head and blue tail finished patrolling its territory, flew back, and then landed on Jiang Yun's head.
"Go away, your claws are pulling my hair and it hurts."
Jiang Yun shouted and started to chase the birds away.
But the bird was singing happily and playing a game of grabbing hair in the air, pecking at it with its claws in the east and in the west. In a short while, Jiang Yun's head became a mess like a chicken coop.
Jiang Yun was furious, and a flame flew out from his fingertips.
"Little Huanfeng, I'll burn all your feathers!"
Huanfeng flapped its wings and flew up. When it opened its mouth, a gust of wind blew towards it. The flames that were supposed to rush towards it were blown directly in the opposite direction and hit Jiang Yun's head!
Jiang Yun screamed and jumped in anger, but Huanfeng chirped with joy, as if he was laughing.
"Why did you mess with it? Go away."
Dongfang Jing closed the door, holding an ice-jade-colored sword in his hand. He laughed silently after seeing this scene, and with a flick of his wrist, the hilt of the sword stabbed towards Jiang Yun's back.
Now he calmed down immediately, just glared at Huanfeng, and then followed Dongfang Jing happily.
"Sir, where are we going? I want to eat the same roasted animal meat we ate last year."
"Okay, I'll take you to eat, and then after eating, you can follow me to find someone."
"Hey, are you really taking me with you? You're so kind, sir! But who are we going to find?"
Jiang Yun was flattered.
I ordered the dishes myself, and the young master actually nodded?
"You'll find out when you get there."
…
The next day, Ning Zhishui left the cave and went under Feng Lin's guidance to collect some disciple's allowance.
Disciples of different levels received different amounts of rewards, and what she received was almost the highest level.
Along the way, quite a few people were looking at Ning Zhishui.
When a person with high cultivation looks at a person with low cultivation, he can tell the cultivation level of the other person at a glance, but when it comes to people with the same cultivation level or lower cultivation level, it is not so clear and he can only make a rough guess.
Especially for those with low cultivation, when they look at those with high cultivation, they only feel that the other person's strength is vague and somewhat unpredictable.
Ning Zhishui was already in the late fourth realm at such a young age, which made some passersby a little puzzled after sensing her strength.
This person must be quite talented, why haven’t I seen him before?
In this way, he went all the way to the Deacons' Hall. When he arrived, Ning Zhishui found that there were many people queuing in the hall and making a lot of noise.
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