Early autumn, dusk.

The sky was gloomy, dark clouds hung low, and the heat was so suffocating that one could hardly breathe.

Looking out the window, several mountain peaks were dim and unclear, and the mountain waterfalls were surging, as if they were going to swallow people up.

Suddenly, there was a thunderous sound, and a violent wind came roaring!

Wen Jing closed the window that was shaking violently, and his hair was flying in disorder. He silently chanted, trying to calm himself: "August 9th, dusk. August 9th, dusk..."

Lu Yunfei stared at him coldly: "Jing'er, what are you talking to yourself?"

Wen Jing turned around, looked at Lu Yunfei calmly, and said something that Lu Yunfei had been waiting for for several years: "Grandpa, I have already reached the fourth level of Qi training."

Lu Yunfei's eyes lit up slightly, and a flash of ecstasy passed by, but then dimmed again, and a false surprise and joy gathered on his face: "Good! You have a promising future! Tomorrow Grandpa will take you to Xunyang Town to play!"

After saying this, he frowned vaguely.

...Ah, such a complicated mood.

Wen Jing could see his hesitation. After all, snatching is against the will of heaven, and the chance of failure is too high. Lu Yunfei has been afraid of death all his life, how can he not be in a state of anxiety now?

He pretended to be happy and said, "Then I'll go to bed first."

"...Okay, get up early tomorrow."

Wen Jing turned around and was about to go back to his own small room, but a sudden cool breeze blew behind him. A thin, wrinkled hand rested on his shoulder like a dead tree, like a human skeleton crawling out of a grave, making Wen Jing's hair stand on end.

Lu Yunfei and Wen Jing said coldly: "Jing'er, we haven't talked for a long time, let's talk tonight."

This tone was irresistible, Wen Jing got goosebumps all over his body, so he had to take a deep breath and sit down: "Grandpa, what do you want to talk about?"

Lu Yunfei walked slowly and lit an oil lamp. His thin figure cast a long shadow in the dim light.

The wind and rain were beating against the window, and there was a murderous intent.

He seemed to be immersed in the past, his old and cloudy eyes half-lidded, and he spoke slowly: "Jing'er, grandpa has raised you for more than ten years. Is he good to you?"

"Of course he is. "

"Do you know who grandpa's father is?"

The shadow on the wall swayed with the flickering light, as scary as a ghost.

"Great-grandfather? Who is he?"

"Grandpa's father is the world-famous elder of the Ancient Mirror Sect, Lu Zhishan! Have you ever heard of him?"

Lu Yunfei's wrinkled face softened in an instant, and his eyes overflowed with brilliance.

Wen Jing was stunned.

Why is such an important thing not written in the book?

In "The Tribulation of All Life", Lu Yunfei is a cannon fodder. The main text only introduces his adopted grandson's seizure in one sentence, and there is no explanation of his life experience.

How can a cannon fodder have such a great background? Lu Zhishan is the only wood-type spiritual root among the five major sects. He entered the Golden Core Stage in less than a hundred years. He is actually the father of this old ghost!

Lu Yunfei's eyes dimmed again, revealing an embarrassed and painful look: "It's a pity that I am not qualified. Since I was born, he has only my three brothers in his eyes. He has never looked at me straight in the eye, and he has never even scolded me! Jing'er, do you know the pain of grandpa?"

Wen Jing lowered his head silently without saying a word.

Lu Yunfei said excitedly: "I don't accept it. I am also his son. Why does he treat me like this? When my brother was fifteen years old, he reached the tenth level of Qi training, which made him furious and scolded my brother for being useless. But I am twenty years old now, and he doesn't even know my cultivation level! One day, I will be proud of myself and make him regret it! Let him see how this son, whom I can't even call out his name, can--"

He coughed violently.

Wen Jing was silent and did not move.

Lu Yunfei took out a black plate from his arms with shaking hands, which looked like gold but not gold, and like wood but not wood. There were traces of tears at the corners of his eyes, and the lines on his face were soft, and he actually regained his previous harmony. Lu Yunfei gently held Wen Jing's wrist: "Jing'er, grandpa is going to do something later. If grandpa dies, you can take this token to the Ancient Mirror Sect to find your grandpa. Although he may not remember me, you are also a descendant of the Lu family, and he will not ignore it. What's more, your qualifications-"

At this point, Lu Yunfei looked at Wen Jing greedily, his eyes moving and shining faintly.

Wen Jing sneered in his heart.

If Lu Yunfei succeeds in snatching the body, his life will be in danger. If Lu Yunfei fails to snatch the body, he will have to travel thousands of miles to deliver a sign to his home to report the death!

He looked at Lu Yunfei's hand, the fingers like dead branches, as if to suck away all the youth in his body.

"Jing'er, did you hear that?"

Wen Jing slowly pulled his wrist out and said softly, "Everyone is afraid of death. Now I finally know why Grandpa wants to take me away. But I, I have never met someone as hateful as you."

Lu Yunfei was stunned for a moment: "What did you say?"

Wen Jing had already rushed to the door, shouting at the top of his voice: "God! Brother God! Help! Brother God!"

· The dark

clouds rolled in the sky, and the force was strong.

The mountain rain was about to come, and the sky and the ground were filled with thunder and lightning.

Three people stood by the clear mountain spring at the entrance of the village.

The elegant scholar was dressed in a white shirt, with a handsome face, and looked to be about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old. He swept his eyes around and landed on the stone tablet at the entrance of the village. He muttered thoughtfully, "Qingquan Village... It's getting late. Let's stay in this village for one night."

The young man in gray had a handsome look, about seventeen or eighteen years old, and said slowly, "Yes, senior brother is wise."

Next to the two of them stood a slender man, his simple blue clothes wet by the rain. He said calmly, "I'll go see if there is anyone willing to take us in."

The young man in gray walked slowly, "Fourth senior brother, the last time I passed by here with third senior brother, some woodcutters saw that we could walk against the wind and thought we were gods. How could we refuse?"

The corner of the young man in white twitched his mouth, "...You actually said you were a god, it's really..." Shameless.

Everyone in the village had gone home to avoid the rain, leaving only a few children at the end of the village staring at them blankly.

In the dim light, the long hair of several people fluttered in the wind.

The man in blue walked slowly forward, passing by several houses without stopping. Just as he was about to knock on the door to ask, suddenly, a boy's cry came from not far away. The voice was panicked, sharp, abrupt, terrifying, and almost desperate.

"God! Brother God! Help!"

The young man in gray asked blankly, "Who is shouting for help?"

The man in white changed color, flew forward, kicked open the door of a house, and rushed in.

The man in green arrived in an instant, looking coldly into the yard.

A muddy young man was kneeling on the ground, and a ball of yellow light was desperately squeezing towards the boy.

"Brother God! Help!" The boy's face was pale and extremely painful, and the yellow light was like a sharp sword, piercing his body.

"Seize!" The young man in gray shouted, but he still sounded calm.

Immediately, a white light came out of someone's hand and hit the light yellow light ball unexpectedly!

Silently, the two balls of light collided with each other, causing a gorgeous halo that illuminated the surroundings like daylight. In an instant, the halo disappeared, as if it had run out of power and dissipated at the same time.

Wen Jing's face was covered in mud, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He glanced at the side and saw an old man's body lying beside him, with a short sword stuck in his abdomen, slowly getting cold and stiff.

It was a critical moment just now...

The man in green was covered in rain, walked in slowly, and touched the old man's body: "He committed suicide, his soul came out of the body and wanted to seize the body."

He glanced at Wen Jing: "Who is this man?"

Wen Jing looked at him blankly.

The rain flowed down the face of the man in green, his eyes were cold, his thin lips were ruthless, and there seemed to be a hint of coldness in his eyes, but his temperament made people feel like spring breeze, and his temperament was as gentle as flowing water.

The man standing here seemed to bring a touch of warmth, making this terrifying courtyard a little softer.

"You are..." Jun Yanzhi?