Zeng Xiaoyu really wanted to say, "I haven't become a Buddha, what's the use of reading scriptures?", but seeing the solemn and serious look of Dayang Zhenren, he suppressed this impulse again.

It’s not easy for the old man to contradict him, why do you?!

Dayang Zhenren took out two pieces of paper and handed them to him, "put them on his knees."

Zeng Xiaoyu took it and hesitated for a moment and did it. His previous memory told him that this was a fire escape talisman that is commonly used by all sects in Nanzhou. Put it on your knees and recite the mantra once, you can generate two fire wheels under your feet, and ride the wind and waves into the sky like Nezha, with a speed comparable to a rocket.

"Master, can you give me a few more pictures? I'm afraid I won't have a chance to use it in the future, so it's better to leave a souvenir..." Before he finished speaking, Dayang Zhenren glanced at him and asked, "Do you know the escape technique?"

Zeng Xiaoyu shook his head and said, "If you don't know how to escape, it's just waste paper."

What else can he say? He made a similar request when he flew to Dayang Mountain with Elder Xumei. Elder Xumei replied to him that he had not cultivated the golden elixir or reached the level of the sword master, and he could not use the escape talisman alone.

Zeng Xiaoyu smiled bitterly.

Sword Master? He once had so close and truly, but... everything has become a thing of the past, what else can he say? Especially now, not to mention a hundred kilograms of heavy swords, twenty kilograms may become a problem. Of course, except when you go crazy, that is abnormal.

"Stay!" Dayang Zhenren muttered a word, and with a sound of crying, two balls of fire ignited beneath his feet.

Although the fire ball under Zeng Xiaoyu's feet is not as big as that of Dayang Zhenren, it is more than enough to hold him up.

Ascending to a height of more than ten meters, he looked back at Dayang Mountain. Two years ago, Zeng Xiaoyu was so glorious when he first arrived, and now he was so lonely when he left. I am afraid that only he himself knew.

The height reaches the clouds, Dayang Zhenren stretched out his hand and said, "Catch me!"

The sound of wind in my ears, walking through the clouds and mist, this feeling is indescribable.

Unfortunately, his beautiful experience began to fall before he could enjoy it.

In front of a huge estate, the two stopped.

Zengjiazhuang, I'm back!

Zeng Xiaoyu lowered his head and sighed heavily. He could guess what would happen if he was waiting for him with his butt.

In the large living room of Zengjiazhuang, Zeng Jingxian, who was covered in fat, respectfully accompanied him with a smile. No matter what Dayang Zhenren said, he nodded and said yes, he was a very good man.

Zeng Xiaoyu knew that all of this was pretending. On the day his parents died and buried, the second uncle, the father-in-law, drove him out of the house left by his father on the grounds that a child could not use so many rooms, and only gave him a room less than ten square meters to accommodate him.

No matter how tactful the true person of Dayang is, he cannot avoid the fact that Zeng Xiaoyu is not suitable to continue studying in Dayang Gate.

Zeng Xiaoyu followed him reluctantly to the door. Dayang Zhenren looked back at him, patted his shoulder lightly, and shook his head helplessly. Two balls of flames emerged under his feet, and in the blink of an eye, disappeared, many times faster than when he came.

Zeng Xiaoyu's heart was empty, standing there looking up at the empty sky, his mind was blank.

"Oh!" A scream came, and a thud of thunder was hit hard on his back. He ran forward a few steps, but he inevitably fell a big horse.

"Xiao Yan, why are you so careless?" A sarcastic voice came from a boy of similar age.

Zeng Xiaolei!

Zeng Xiaoyu stood up and patted the dust on his body, and helped the boy who was also lying on the ground with an awkward look on his face, "Xiao Yan, you have grown taller."

Zeng Xiaoyan, the second son of his second uncle, has never had any presence in Zengjiazhuang because of his illegitimate birth. He is the follower of Zeng Jingxian's eldest son Zeng Xiaolei.

Zeng Xiaoyan laughed dryly and hurriedly hid behind Zeng Xiaolei.

Zeng Xiaolei looked at Zeng Xiaoyu with a squinted eyes, "How come someone send it back? Isn't it awesome?"

Zeng Xiaoyu didn't want to quarrel because it was meaningless. When he came to the door, Zeng Xiaolei blocked the way in.

"If you want to enter my door, you must abide by our rules!"

Zeng Xiaoyu glanced at him, squatted down with his head in his hands, and hid his face between his knees, "Come on!"

Zeng Xiaolei laughed, "Yes, I stayed on Shenxian Mountain for two years and haven't forgotten the family rules. Xiaoyan, go!"

Zeng Xiaoyan hesitated for a moment, and under Zeng Xiaolei's cold gaze, he punched Zeng Xiaoyu twice on the back.

"Where are you tickling?" Zeng Xiaolei pushed Zeng Xiaoyan away, fisted and kicked Zeng Xiaoyu with both fists and feet.

Zeng Xiaoyu gritted his teeth and held on tightly. Judging from the strength of Zeng Xiaolei's hitting, he must have used all his strength to feed himself.

Zeng Xiaolei, who cursed and beaten, was not satisfied with his feelings of not being satisfied with picking up a shoulder pole. When he was about to swing, he was stopped by Zeng Jingxian, who appeared "at the right time".

Zeng Jingxian helped Zeng Xiaoyu up with a slight smile, "Nephew, your elder brother has been willing to play with you like this since he was a child. He has not changed since he grew up, don't mind! Oh... his nose is bleeding, come in and wash it!"

Zeng Xiaoyu wiped it casually, pushed Zeng Jingxian aside and said, "Uncle Second, has your son grown up?"

Zeng Jingxian was stunned, "Yes!"

Zeng Xiaoyu: "What about me? Have I grown up?"

Zeng Jingxian: "You... of course you have grown up, you and Xiaolei are only two months apart!"

Zeng Xiaoyu: "Okay! Since I have grown up, can I live back to my own home?"

Zeng Jingxian's face changed, "Your own home..."

Zeng Xiaolei cursed with wide eyes, "Where the hell do you have a home?"

Zeng Jingxian glared at him and scolded, "Shut up!"

Zeng Xiaolei stared at Zeng Xiaoyu angrily and stopped talking.

Zeng Jingxian smiled dryly and said, "Little Fish, you just came back. Let me prepare some good dishes for you first. Let's talk about other things later..."

"Forget it!" Zeng Xiaoyu raised his hand and interrupted, "Second Uncle, I appreciate your kindness. I am afraid that I won't see the sun tomorrow after eating. You should let me go home."

Zeng Jingxian's mouth trembled a few times. Zeng Xiaoyu knew that he was going to be mean again. Zeng Jingxian's mouth would move as soon as he moved his mind. This was his signature move.

"Xiaolei, which of your uncle's house is empty?"

Zeng Xiaolei frowned and said, "Dad! Uncle has been dead for more than ten years, how can he have his house?"

Zeng Xiaoyu shook his head, "Brother Xiaolei, my father has been dead for more than ten years, but the house and land have not died, right? If you think what I said is wrong, then let's ask the official to comment on it?"

Before Zeng Xiaolei could speak, Zeng Jingxian hurriedly smiled, "Xiaoyu, it's all a family business, there is no need to disturb the government." Then he glared at Zeng Xiaolei, "Xiaolei, isn't the West Courtyard empty? Let Xiaoyu live in the West Courtyard."
Chapter completed!