My magic stick is going to heaven!

Chapter 184 Wen Fengmian

This Ninth Ancestor is the only clan elder in Wenjia Town today, and he is also in his eighties. Like his grandfather, it is said that when he was young, he was honored as the Nine Master by the Jianghu. Never had a wife.

He even teased him about this at the time, and was hung up by his grandfather and beat him severely, and finally said:

"Your Ninth Grandpa lived a chic life in the first half of his life, but the second half of his life was too bitter. If you make fun of your Ninth Grandpa again, I will kill you!"

He still can't understand this sentence.

Looking at the person who was crushed by the years and left only an old skin, hunched over and staggering, it was hard to imagine that the fiery young man his grandfather had said was him.

By the way, Grandpa Ninth also has a nice name, Wen Fengmian.

After sending the Nine Ancestors away respectfully, Wen Changlang, who had always been rebellious, broke out in a cold sweat at this time.

Wen Changlang waved his hand towards Shang Yanzhou, with a bitter tone:

"Let me tell you, since I was a child, I have been beaten by this Ninth Ancestor quite a few times. When he was still healthy a few years ago, I couldn't beat him in terms of skill."

Having said that, Shang Yanzhou was a little surprised:

"Your skills are considered top-notch, even you can't beat them, so I'm afraid you will have to fly over the wall?"

"Don't tell me, I've seen him flying over the roof and walls, but that's when I was a child, so it's not worth mentioning. Hey, Mr. Governor, are you hungry? Let me cook some noodles, shall I?"

After driving for so long, he must be hungry. After Wen Changlang finished speaking, he went straight into the kitchen without waiting for Shang Yanzhou to speak.

Shang Yanzhou looked around the outside of the yard, then pulled out some weeds in the yard with his bare hands, and followed along the wall. Finally, Shang Yanzhou squatted in front of a dog hole, staring silently.

Here... Shang Yanzhou stretched out his hand, but before he could touch it, he was grabbed by someone out of nowhere.

"Who are you! What are you doing here!"

Shang Yanzhou frowned, and the moment he turned his head, he broke free from the shackles, took two steps back, looked at the girl with two big braids in front of him, and said nothing.

He came in without knocking, and was so familiar with the way, he seemed to be a close person.

Thinking of this, Shang Yanzhou's face became a little ugly. His cold face was expressionless and indifferent, but there was a kind of noble temperament that people dare not violate. He was lonely and arrogant, and gave people a kind of oppression invisibly. feeling.

"Who are you?"

Shang Yanzhou's face slowly changed into a gentle smile, as if the aggressive momentum just now was just an illusion.

Looking at the gentle smile like a spring breeze, the guarded look on the gentle face instantly dissipated, and a small face was flushed instantly, so... a good-looking person.

Unlike anyone else in the town, this person seems to be independent of the fireworks and dust, a fairy-like person.

"I... I am gentle."

It took her a long time to recover from the swirling gentle smile, and then she replied in a bumpy manner.

Hearing this, Shang Yanzhou laughed again and said:

"Are you here to find Wen Changlang?"

"Ah? Ah! That's right, I...I'm here to find Brother Lang, give this!"

After speaking, she handed the dustpan in her hand to Shang Yanzhou, and then lowered her head shyly.

Shang Yanzhou lowered his eyes slightly, and saw the things in the dustpan, which were some paper money candles, two memorial tablets, and a small bag of raw rice.