Chapter 580 The death

of old man Ku Rong Zhangjiajie at night was dotted with stars and snow was falling.

Chu Jiu was like a little girl, she shouted with joy, then closed her eyes slightly, raised her head and opened her arms.

She seemed to be embracing the sky, and seemed to be embracing the world, letting the cold wind mixed with snowflakes fly into her arms.

Then, she suddenly crossed her legs, pulled the hem of her clothes with her arms, lowered her forehead slightly, and gave me a lady's salute.

After the salute, she seemed to have turned into an elf in the wind, and suddenly began to dance in the night.

The hem of her brown windbreaker fluttered with her dancing. Her long black hair was covered with snowflakes. At this moment, the crystal clear snowflakes seemed to have turned into stars, shining with light. Her beautiful, smiling eyes looked like a crescent moon among the stars, beautiful and refreshing. She danced lightly in the snow, in the

stars, and in my heart... her brisk

steps, her graceful posture, her crisp laughter and her casual glances back...

every frame, every second, was like a painting. Her dancing hair, her loving eyes, and even the "crunching" sound she made when she stepped on the snow were all deeply imprinted in my heart with this night.

Many years later, I would always recall Chujiu's dance on snowy nights, and every time I think of it, I would stand in the snow and cry... ...

...

Early

the next morning, Chujiu and I went to Jishitang again.

Today, the old man of the Feng family looked much better than yesterday. The old man could only eat a little porridge yesterday, but today, the old man had a big appetite and ate a big bowl of noodles.

The old man who was extremely skinny yesterday was very different today. Not only was his complexion much rosier, but even his skinny body was a little stronger.

"The old man's blood...seems to be no worse than Chujiu's." I was secretly surprised in my heart.

With the old man's physical condition, if it were an ordinary person, it would probably take at least a year or half a year to recover. Even for those who practice cultivation, it would take a long time to recuperate.

But the old man of the Feng family recovered to this point in just one year.

The horror of the Feng family bloodline makes me gasp.

Not only the old man of the Feng family, but even Feng Changhe has almost recovered, but his qi sea still has not improved at all, like a deflated balloon, and he still hasn't found a way to repair it.

However, Feng Changhe's mentality is much better than before, and there is less worry between his brows, and he has recovered some of his former heroic spirit.

Although his cultivation was gone, his boxing skills and strong physique were still there. Although his boxing skills were not at the grandmaster level, they were enough for him to travel the world as long as he didn't encounter tough guys.

At 11 o'clock in the afternoon, Chujiu, Feng Changhe and I went out to have a meal together. During the meal, Feng Changhe and I drank some wine. Maybe it was because of his lack of practice, or maybe it was because of his bad mood, Feng Changhe's alcohol tolerance dropped sharply. He could drink two kilograms of wine on weekdays, but he only drank one kilogram of the best women's red wine, which was a sin.

After sending Feng Changhe back to the villa, Chujiu and I prepared to return to the apartment, but Feng Churan wanted to follow us. I turned around and looked at Chujiu reluctantly. Chujiu naturally understood what I meant. He immediately tapped Feng Churan on the forehead and said, "You go to the hospital to look after grandpa. Your brother-in-law and I have things to do. Don't make trouble."

"Tsk." Feng Churan rolled her eyes fiercely: "Let me go to look after grandpa, but you two go out and have fun. You two are really great. I'll remember you."

Although reluctant, Feng Churan was still sent to the hospital by Chujiu.

When I returned to the apartment, I sat in the passenger seat, turned my head and glanced at Chujiu, and asked, "Has your second uncle not come back yet?"

"No." Chujiu shook his head and said, "I called my second uncle, but no one answered."

"No one answered? Could it be...something happened?" I was shocked.

Feng Zhihe went to the Miao village where another branch of the Feng family was located. If he really wanted to massacre the Miao village, such a big thing would not be without any news.

But now, not only is there no news at all, even Feng Zhihe has lost contact. I can't help but wonder, could it be that Feng Zhihe failed and has...encountered an accident?

Chujiu seemed to see through what I was thinking. He said while driving, "No, with Second Uncle's skills, unless Second Grandpa is 20 years younger, he can't be Second Uncle's opponent."

I nodded when I heard that, and then suddenly asked, "Is the reason why your Second Uncle never got married in his life...is your father worried that your Second Uncle would become a person like your Second Grandpa?"

The old man of the Feng family and Chujiu's Second Grandpa are like Feng Changhe and Feng Zhihe.

Although these two are brothers, their descendants fought for power and profit, disregarded blood ties, and even killed each other. This is also the source of the decline of the Feng family.

Chujiu's face darkened when he heard that, but he still nodded slightly.

"However, the reason why Second Uncle didn't get married was because he wanted to do so." Chujiu took a deep breath: "Second Uncle has always been prejudiced against Second Grandpa's lineage. He also believes that the reason why the Feng family is so internally conflicted is because there are too many branches."

"So he never married in his life?" I was full of admiration, thinking that Feng Zhihe was definitely a real man. For the unity of the family, he could even sacrifice his own happiness.

However, this kind of thing cannot be solved by one person not getting married, unless the Feng family will always be a single-lineage in the future, otherwise, another branch will still appear.

For example, Feng Chujiu and Feng Churan.

After returning to the apartment, Chujiu and I took a rest. It was already five o'clock in the evening when we woke up. After dinner, Chujiu and I went out for a walk again. After returning, we started practicing the Mahaparinirvana Sutra again. .7

This time, Chujiu and I started practicing at nine o'clock and finished at six o'clock in the morning.

This was our second double practice. After the practice, my body was not as tired as yesterday, and the yin and yang in my body became more and more full. My originally tight muscles became stronger.

And Chujiu, after two practices, looked better and better. There was even a hint of milky white halo on her face. Her bright eyes, pearly teeth, and excellent temperament seemed to have been sublimated.

And most importantly, with the blending of yin and yang, I suddenly found that the iceberg in my body showed signs of melting.

"Will this iceberg in my sea of ​​qi completely melt as I practice the Great Nirvana Sutra? What will happen to the dragon soul then?" I immersed my mind in the sea of ​​qi, and fell into deep thought as I looked at the iceberg that showed some signs of melting.

Half an hour later, Chujiu had fallen into a deep sleep. I took a deep breath and was about to hug Chujiu to sleep when my cell phone, which was placed aside, suddenly vibrated.

I picked it up and saw that someone had sent me a text message. I opened the message with a puzzled look on my face, but when I saw the content of the message, my heart was shocked.

There were only six words written on the message: Old Man Kurong passed away

[Author's words]

No more for today, good night.

The trip to Zhangjiajie is coming to an end, and a new chapter is about to begin, and the main story is about to unfold.

Qian Yu's true identity, the person behind the scenes, the mysterious Xu Village and the ancient tomb it guards, the four heaven-stealing elephants and the powerful guardian will all appear one by one, so stay tuned.