When Feng Lin returned, she didn't say anything and only ate something. Tao Qiurong didn't get a response so she gave up. She washed up early and went to rest, to dream her sweet dreams. Feng Lin returned to her room and sat in a daze. For the two of them, this was a very rare scene. Because in their impression, the little girl would never waste time doing meaningless things. Usually, at this time, she would be either practicing the sword or meditating.
"What do you think she's thinking?" Gu Caiwei couldn't help but hold Yan Li's hand, feeling worried and heartache.
"I don't understand her either." Yan Li sighed for the umpteenth time. "Maybe she's hesitating if she should tell Little Miss Tao. Ever since that night, even though she doesn't hate Eldest Shixiong anymore, she still keeps most things in her heart. I think she's stronger than you and me. "
As the two spoke, they were suddenly pulled away. Feng Lin sat in a daze for a while and then thought of something. She got up and went to Feng Jiu's room. Seeing that the room was brightly lit, she pushed the door open and went in, closing the door behind her. The scene in front of them was an illusion, or rather, the two of them were illusions to this scene. They could pass through objects and walls at will.
When they got inside, they saw Feng Jiu bent over the writing table, using his teeth to bite on a pen as he wrote. Even though the words were slightly large, they were well-formed and clearly practiced. This didn't just surprise the two, Feng Lin was also slightly shocked. "What are you doing?" They didn't know that Feng Jiu had secretly practiced calligraphy to such a level.
"Lin Lin!" Feng Jiu yelled inarticulately while biting the pen. He grinned and carefully put the pen on the inkstone. Then he said, "I've been practicing calligraphy for years. Come and take a look at it for me. How's it going?" He looked at the neat piece of paper and felt very satisfied.
Feng Lin was busy practicing the sword and didn't have the time to practice calligraphy. Even though she could recognize it, she didn't know how to write and naturally couldn't comment. She looked and asked, "Why do you practice calligraphy?"
"Then, then there's nothing to do." Feng Jiu said hesitantly.
"Tell me the truth!" Feng Lin glared at him. Even if she didn't have the Fiery Golden Eyes, she could tell that Feng Jiu had no talent for lying.
"I don't want you to be angry, so I won't tell you," Feng Jiu said.
"If you don't tell me, I'll tell Mother!" Feng Lin threatened.
"Okay, okay, okay, I'll tell you," Feng Jiu said hurriedly. "A few years ago, I heard that there was a job in the city called an accountant. As long as you're good at writing and counting, anyone can do it. I've been reading all kinds of books since I was a child, and I'm very good at math. I've always wanted to practice good handwriting so that I can bring you and mother down the mountain in the future and support you. "
Feng Lin said, "Accountant? It's already a problem for you to feed yourself. Besides, why would Mother and I go down the mountain? "
Feng Jiu said, "Mother has not been happy these past few years, and so have you. Lin Lin, if you don't want to practice swordsmanship anymore, tell me. I'll bring you down the mountain and leave this place. Once I'm good at writing, I'll be able to support you and mother! "
Feng Lin was stunned. For so many years, no one had ever told her that she could stop practicing swordsmanship if she wanted to. Everyone had been talking about the benefits of practicing swordsmanship, and no one had ever thought about her wishes. She didn't know what happened to her mood, but she actually revealed a bright smile. "You're silly! Silly Feng Jiu, no one wants you to be an accountant. "
"Why would I? My handwriting is so beautiful."
"Silly Feng Jiu, what you really want to do is practice swordsmanship, right?"
Feng Jiu was stunned. Feng Lin continued, "Don't think that I don't know that you've hidden my leftover sword in your room. Although I don't know that you're secretly practicing calligraphy, I know that you often bite the sword and imitate me. You are different from me. You like to practice swordsmanship. Silly Feng Jiu, thank me. I'll fulfill your wish! "Finishing, she left Feng Jiu, who had a dazed expression on his face, and left.
The two were forced to follow. She looked at Tao Xiaoniang's room from afar, an unspeakable coldness in her eyes. The two looked at each other, and felt a chill in their hearts. They knew that she had made her final decision, and the turning point had appeared.
After that, Feng Lin acted as if nothing had happened, and practiced her swordsmanship every day. As expected, Chen An came to Yu Shu Ju in the name of a guard. He was born handsome, and his ability to coax women was top-notch. Tao Xiaoniang, who had married into the Sword God Villa at the age of fourteen, had never experienced such flirtatiousness. In just a few days, she couldn't resist it, and fell under Chen An's sweet words. She had a strong liking for him. In these years, Tao Xiaoniang had worked hard to take care of her body, and her figure was no longer bloated. She had regained some of her beauty, but Feng Chi-nen did not like her at all, and had not slept with her in the same room for many years. Her withered body, short-sighted eyes, and weak willpower, she quickly rolled onto the bed with Chen An.
Tian shi had schemed and would not let go of this chance. That night, the hidden guards that she had arranged took the adulterous couple away, and didn't even let them wear their clothes. When Feng Chi-nen came to see, and with Tian shi's exaggeration, he was furious. He carried out the family rules on the spot, and called for people to beat Tao Xiaoniang to death.
Feng Jiu heard the noise and rushed over. He saw Tao Xiaoniang on his last breath, trying to reach out to touch him. In his grey eyes, there seemed to be endless regret. He cried and screamed, kneeling at the feet of Feng Chi-nen. But no matter how he begged, he could not move Feng Chi-nen's heart that was filled with hatred.
Tao Xiaoniang died. To the outside world, it was said that she died of a sudden disease, and a funeral was held. Chen An also died. He did not live to see that huge sum of wealth, and was dismembered by Feng Chi-nen. Actually, even if he used his knees to think, what kind of person was Feng Chi-nen? He slept with his concubine, how could he leave alive? As Tian shi had planned, Feng Lin was adopted into the First Household.
Because Tao Xiaoniang was not a woman, Feng Chi-nen only allowed the siblings to guard the coffin for three days. At the end of the day, Feng Lin came to Jufang Zhai alone, and found Tian shi. She said directly, "I saw you talking to Chen An."
Madam Tian had just wanted to show her gentleness and love as the mistress of the house, but she was shocked by these words. "Linlin, you can't speak carelessly. In the future, I will be your mother, your only support!" If this matter was leaked to Feng Chi-nen, Tao Xiaoniang would not be able to resist the temptation, and she, as the instigator, would not be able to escape from the family's punishment.
Feng Lin sneered, "You and I are well aware of this matter. It's fine if you don't want me to say it, but you have to be responsible for curing Feng Jiu's hand. In the future, when I become the Lord, I will naturally treat you like a mother and treat you well. If not, I will definitely make your Jufang Zhai restless!"
Tian shi's face alternated between green and white. She thought that although that useless thing was born with a hand disease, it was not untreatable. All she needed to do was spend some money. The Sword God Villa had plenty of money, so why did she have to fight to the death with this little girl? So she agreed.
Feng Lin happily ran back to Shuyu Ju, but after searching the entire courtyard, she could not find any trace of Feng Jiu. She only found a letter in his room.
"Zhi Lin Lin, when you see this letter, ge will have already left. I hope you take care of yourself. When ge returns, it will be the time for revenge!"
From that day onwards, Feng Jiu disappeared. Feng Lin cried loudly in Feng Jiu's room. Under great joy and great sorrow, she actually fell ill. This illness lasted for two years.
In these two years, Feng Lin did not eat, drink, or speak, let alone practice swordsmanship. If it was not for Feng Chi-nen who persistently transferred vital energy to her every day, she would have already starved to death in bed.
One day, Feng Lin heard someone outside talking about Shuyu Ju. She forced herself to focus and listen.
"Have you heard? Shuyu Ju is haunted. You know Uncle Zhang, the night watchman. When he passed by last night, he actually heard someone crying."
"Crying? Could it be Tao Xiaoniang's ghost? "
"It's hard to say! But Da Niangzi has already ordered that no one is allowed to go near Shuyu Ju. "
Feng Lin climbed up. This was the first time in two years that she had to walk. She couldn't even take two steps before she fell again. However, she had a foundation. After adapting for a while, she could barely walk. She moved step by step to Shuyu Ju.
After being abandoned for two years, Shuyu Ju had grown a lot of weeds. Entering from the front door, she smelled a burnt smell. She didn't walk far before she saw the place where Tao Xiaoniang had been beaten to death. There was a young man with a sword on his back squatting there burning joss paper.
Yan Li and Gu Caiwei exchanged a look. They already recognized from the back that it was Feng Jiu.
After not seeing him for two years, Feng Jiu's height had suddenly shot up. He had grown to nearly eight chi, two heads taller than Feng Lin. Feng Lin dazedly stared at Feng Jiu's back, tears swirling in her sunken eyes.
Feng Jiu suddenly sensed something. He turned back to look, a smile hanging on his dark face, "Lin Lin, ge is back."
"Silly Feng Jiu, where did you run off to!" Feng Lin cried hoarsely. She staggered two steps and accidentally fell to the ground, her mouth full of sand and dust.
"Lin Lin!" Feng Jiu rushed over like the wind, carrying the thin and weak little girl into the room. He casually wiped the chair with his sleeve and put Feng Lin on the chair. He carefully wiped her face and gave her water to rinse her mouth, "Didn't ge tell you to take care of yourself before I left? Why are you so thin? Did the people of the first branch bully you and don't give you anything to eat? "
Feng Lin shook her head, "Silly Feng Jiu, where did you go? Why are you so dark and so tall, I almost didn't recognize you! And your hand, how come it's healed? "
Feng Jiu smiled, "After I left the mountain, I had nowhere to go. I saw someone putting up a sticker asking for an accountant, so I went. Later, I found out that I was working on a ship. The captain saw that my handwriting was beautiful, so he didn't despise me and kept me. I stayed on the ship for more than a year. One time, we encountered a sea monster and Master saved us. He praised me for having no distractions. Not only did he save me, but he also accepted me as his disciple. Then he brought me up to the sky and found a very old grandpa, who cured my hand. Then I followed him to cultivate. Now your brother is very powerful, I even annihilated a nest of thieves a few days ago! "
Feng Lin didn't expect that after Feng Jiu left the mountain, he would have such an opportunity. If he really stayed back then, it was hard to say whether he could have cured his hand. She was pleasantly surprised, "Silly Feng Jiu, you've grown up, you can protect yourself in the future."
Feng Jiu looked outside and lowered his voice, "Lin Lin, I've investigated mother's matter that year, it was a conspiracy planned by the first wife! Two years ago, I said that the day I return will be the day I take revenge! The first wife killed mother and caused us to be unable to reunite. I'll take revenge today. When I kill everyone in Jufang House, I'll take you away! "
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