Peach Blossom Dyeing Jinge

After the steady voice fell, a middle-aged man in a light gray gown slowly walked up to the altar.

Walking beside him was a young man who claimed to have a stomachache.

The young man's appearance is really not outstanding, even though the eye-catching red clothes are bright, he is not outstanding, but there is a very outstanding mark on his body, no one who sees it can never ignore it, that is, the scar on his head hair.

His hair only covered half of the top of his head, and the hair was messy and fluffy, while the other half was bare, revealing a round and bald head. Two different scenes appeared on the same person's head, which looked extremely incongruous.

His hair color is light, faintly light yellow, like a half-soaked potato with yellow buds.

Anyone who has the slightest pity for his own appearance will never grow such a ridiculous hairstyle.

Lu Dongqing quickly realized that the young man's hairstyle was not intentional, because the moment Ren Lan saw him, she was shocked and said, "Qiming, what's the matter with your hair?"

"Hush—" the young man desperately waved his hands, signaling Ren Lan to keep silent.

Seeing his gesture, Ren Lan covered her mouth, said nothing, and turned to look at the man behind him.

The man behind put his hands on the young man's shoulders, his steps were calm and his face was gentle. The words that made the young man endure just now came from his mouth.

Ren Lan bowed her head respectfully in front of him and said, "Master is good."

Lu Dongqing was slightly startled. It turned out that this was Ren Lan's master, Feng Tingjian, the head of the Yushan Clan.

Before departing from Wutong Town, after hearing Song Ren's narration, he thought that Feng Tingjian would be a stern, fierce and majestic leader, but he did not expect that this person's face was so gentle and kind.

Feng Tingjian's hair was neatly tied into the jade crown on the top of his head, with a little gray between the strands, and a pair of stretched eyebrows under his broad forehead.

Lu Dongqing stared intently, unexpectedly she could vaguely see an aura similar to Lu Zhengqiu's between those eyebrows and eyes.

He is not only the patriarch of the Yushan clan, but also Ren Lan's master.

Could it be that people who are role models for others in the world all have some similarities in their bodies.

But different from Lu Zhengqiu, Feng Tingjian's eyes were a little strange. Lu Dongqing quickly noticed that there was no spirit in his eyes, and he just looked forward vainly. He turned his head only when he heard Ren Lan's voice. In the past, he nodded.

Seeing the doubt on Lu Dongqing's face, Ren Lan leaned close to his ear, and said in a low voice, "Master's eyes were injured and he couldn't see. It was my brother who led him the way just now, An Qiming, you must not Scared by him, when I saw him this morning, his hair didn't look like this."

Lu Dongqing nodded in agreement, the doubts in her heart were finally answered.

Feng Ting kept his eyes on nothing, so naturally he didn't know that An Qiming's hair had turned into a sprouting potato.

Of course An Qiming didn't want his master to notice his ugliness, that's why he tried his best to silence Ren Lan.

Although Ren Lan closed her voice, she couldn't suppress the smile in her stomach.

Even Lu Dongqing couldn't help laughing when he saw his appearance.

As the bell sounded, the residents of Lingquan Valley gradually gathered in the direction of the statue, and there were already many people crowded at the altar. These people also held similar thoughts to Lu Dongqing and Ren Lan, and tried their best to hold back their smiles.

Feng Tingjian seemed to be aware of the strange atmosphere floating in the air, raised his head slightly and said, "Why do I feel that there are a lot of laughter around?"

An Qiming's face froze, and he immediately said, "Isn't it because the bell rang six times, and there is news to be announced? Everyone is naturally happy when there is good news. If you are happy, let's laugh more."

As he spoke, he put his hands on the back of his potato-like head, pretending to be nonchalant.

His temperament was as violent as the red shirt he was wearing, and his voice was as rough as his temperament. Standing with Ren Lan, he didn't seem like brothers and sisters from the same school at all.

The relationship between the two is not as close as that between brothers and sisters. An Qiming glared at Ren Lan angrily, and urged: "The sudden ringing of the bell at night has disturbed everyone here. What's the matter? I'm not happy. Announce quickly."

Ren Lan was not annoyed, her eyes swept over the crowd, looked around, and finally fell back on Feng Tingjian, "I summoned you all because an important person has returned tonight." Said while sending Lu Dongqing to push forward.

Lu Dongqing stepped forward and came to the opposite of Feng Tingjian.

"You are?" Feng Tingjian asked.

Lu Dongqing took a deep breath and replied, "Master, I am Jiang Yun's son."

Feng Tingjian's expression froze, his eyes widened suddenly as if he wanted to see his appearance clearly, but there was still no spirit in his eyes.

With a suspicious expression on his face, he raised one hand, and slowly pressed it against Lu Dongqing's forehead. His fingertips brushed against the hair tie on his forehead, and then slowly stroked along the contour of his cheek.

When his fingers slipped to his chin, the suspicion on his face disappeared, replaced by the same gentleness as before: "It seems that you are not lying."

How he made decisions with his fingers, even Lu Dongqing himself did not understand.He could only remain silent and continue to wait for his words.

He is Jiang Yun's younger brother, and he was also the one who was punished by the court nine years ago. Facing the sinner's son, whether he was angry or complained, it was a natural reaction.

Lu Dongqing was ready to face the storm, but only waited for a faint word: "Welcome back."

"What?" He couldn't believe his ears.

Feng Tingjian put his hand on his shoulder, patted him gently, and said softly: "You don't have to feel guilty, you are a child of the Yushan tribe, and it's never too late for a wanderer to return home."

Lu Dongqing looked at him with surprise written all over his face.

The face of the person opposite was thin, and his complexion seemed to be haggard.As the patriarch of the Yushan clan, the hundreds of people gathered at the altar depended on his arrangements and care for their daily living, board and lodging.

Lu Dongqing stared at his appearance carefully, and the suspicion in his heart deepened.Such a person is really not as pungent and vicious as the rumors say, he will kill his own people.

Could it be that Song Ren's words were exaggerated?Could it be that the rumors in the market are all false rumors with added fuel and jealousy, so you can't believe it?

Before his thoughts drifted away, Ren Lan took a step forward and asked: "Master, there is another guest accompanying Dongqing, who is his master, and I brought him along..."

There was hesitation in her tone, as if she was not sure whether her actions were justified. However, Feng Tingjian did not blame him, but nodded and said: "Since Dongqing is our clansman, Dongqing's master is of course also our compatriot."

After that, he turned to Lu Dongqing again: "don't worry, you two can stay, and I will do my best to protect you."

It was only at this point that Lu Dongqing finally understood what he meant. He didn't know why he came, so he regarded himself as a desperate relative who came to seek refuge.

In such a world, there may be many other disciples of the Yushan tribe who came back from various places to join him.

The scenery of Lingquan Valley is pleasant, like a paradise, it is much better than the wind, meals and camping along the way.

The blessing from the head of the clan is also more reliable than the guarantee given by Chen Butou in Sanping Village.

As long as you promise him, you can stay in the beautiful scenery of the good time, abandon the old hatred and troubles, and live a carefree life.

As long as you gently cover the ever-burning fire in your heart, you can curl up in the darkness and rest with peace of mind.

Unfortunately, Lu Dongqing never considered such a path.

He stared at the other party's dull eyes, shook his head and said: "Sorry, uncle, we didn't come to seek refuge in Lingquan Valley. We came here because we have something to ask for."

The smile on Feng Tingjian's face froze: "What's the matter?"

"We met some patients on the road, and they needed Tianxiang leaves for treatment. Lingquan Valley is rich in medicines, so we came to ask for help, hoping to bring some Tianxiang leaves out of the valley, and use them to save lives and heal the wounded."

Before Feng Tingjian could answer, a crisp voice suddenly sounded above everyone's heads:

"Are you still planning to go out? No, I haven't even gone out before. How can it be your turn?"

Lu Dongqing raised her head, looked in the direction of the sound, and saw a child sitting on the shoulders of Nine Heavens Profound Girl, dangling her legs.