live with conscience

"Are you going?"

On the Cliff of Thoughts, an old man with full head of white hair roared loudly at a lazy man lying on the ground.

"No..." The lazy man's clothes are disheveled, his inner and outer robes are open, revealing his solid chest, even lying on the thatch pile, his legs are crossed, trembling, with a mouth in his mouth A dog's tail grass, so pleasant.

The old man was clearly on the verge of rage, and sneered, "Oh...really not going?"

The lazy man turned around, buried his whole body in the thatch pile, and didn't bother to respond.

"Very good." The old man was no longer irritable, adjusted his breathing, and calmed down: "Then from today on, you Feng Yan will not be my grandson Feng Qingyang, you go!"

"I won't go!" The lazy Feng Yan continued to lie on his stomach, kicking his ass up, "I can't live without you, grandpa!"

The voice was drawn out so long that Feng Qingyang wanted to stab him to death with a sword!

"Now you are the grandpa! I have never seen a swordsman like you. He is so capable. He didn't go to the rivers and lakes when he was young, but relied on your old grandfather. He eats mine, uses mine, and wants me Serving you!"

Complaining to this point, Feng Qingyang felt that the tears in his chest could not be shed: "I have worked hard to teach you for 30 years. I don't want you to live here and wait to die. I don't ask you to take care of me. I just ask You can walk the rivers and lakes, act chivalrously, and live up to me teaching you martial arts!"

Yes, Feng Qingyang felt that he must have done something outrageous in his previous life, and God gave him such a debt-collecting grandson.

"You have been very talented since you were a child. I have passed on all my swordsmanship to you. Under my careful teaching, I have achieved a small achievement at the age of 15. At that time, you said that your swordsmanship is not good and your internal strength is insufficient. I believed it."

Not only did I believe it, it was a pleasant surprise!

A young man with excellent talent is so calm, as a real grandfather, how could he not be happy?

Of course, I will do my best to support him!

"You are 25 years old, and your swordsmanship has reached a great level, but you said that since you want to do it, you must do your best. If you can't beat me, a super master, you will never go down the mountain! Let the world know, Feng Jiajifeng After Qing Yang, another super master came out, Feng Yan, right!"

Feng Qingyang didn't even want to recall his excitement at that time.

There is almost no worship of the ancestors with three sticks of incense in the morning, noon and evening. The Feng family has such a descendant, it is like smoke from the ancestral grave!

For this grandson with excellent aptitude, he can do whatever he asks for.

As an old man like himself, who is getting older and older, he is like an old lady. He has taken care of his basic necessities, food, housing and transportation, for fear of delaying his swordsmanship practice.

However, recently, Feng Qingyang realized that he had been slapped in the face.

He was miserably deceived by his own grandson.

Once I lied, I lied for nearly 30 years!

simply……

He almost didn't go mad with anger.

He wanted to continue talking, but Feng Qingyang realized that Feng Yan, who was lying on the haystack, had completely fallen asleep under his nagging...

Well, well, well... angry!

Take a deep breath, get older, don't be irritable, can't be irritable...

After struggling to control his aura and prevent himself from going mad, Feng Qingyang ruthlessly slapped the clairvoyant in his arms...

Well, after all, he was still reluctant to fall hard on Feng Yan, but left a note, pressed it with clairvoyance, and left directly.

There is only one word on the note: Get out!

The grandson who has been loving for 30 years turned out to be such a lazy guy who couldn't support the wall, Feng Qingyang needed to find a place to lick his inner wound.

The grandson who took care of the grown-up grandson who was full of feces and piss and had all the basic necessities of life covered, turned out to be an unworthy descendant who used all his thoughts and schemes on his own grandfather. Feng Qingyang felt that it was difficult to accept this reality.

It never occurred to him that Feng Yan, who thought he was studying hard every day, was actually avoiding him and being lazy every day.

All thanks to that clairvoyance.

The clairvoyance was bought by Feng Qingyang when he went down the mountain to purchase supplies. When he passed the vegetable and meat market, he got it from the subordinates of the Demon Cult. It is said that it is a new military supply item made by the imperial court. It is very difficult to find one.

At that time, Feng Qingyang, who was holding a fresh old hen, was still thinking about his grandson's hard work in practicing swords, and it would be nice to have a new thing for him to play with...

As a result, when he was playing with sex and wanted to experiment for a while, he discovered the truth that made his heart ache.

Through clairvoyance, he saw that his grandson, who he thought was practicing sword hard, was lying on a big rock, sound asleep!

Thinking it was his own eyesight, when he performed lightness kung fu and went, what he saw was the drenched figure of his grandson who practiced swinging the sword rigorously.

At first, Feng Qingyang thought it was his own misunderstanding and overthinking.

but……

After coming down a few times, his heart became completely cold.

As a top-notch master, although his strategy is somewhat unsatisfactory, his IQ is definitely not bad.

How can a person with poor IQ talent become a master!

This cheating grandson is really an out-and-out outstanding performer who looks one way and does another.

When he practiced his sword every day, it was probably time for him to check...

Other times, either eating or sleeping!

Life is better than his old man...

He is so leisurely that an old man like him has a liverache!

One can imagine how this pitiful grandson got here all these years.

After learning the truth, Feng Qingyang really wanted to kill this unfilial grandson immediately.

but……

I can't bear it.

I really can't bear it!

What kind of talents are these?

If he has been so lazy in the past 30 years, then the talent of his own grandson is much, much higher than he imagined!

The height of martial arts that others can't reach in their entire lives, he has reached it in such a leisurely way. If he can practice and grow like he thought, what kind of terrifying height will his martial arts now be.

In the end, it was him, a muddled, soft-hearted and blind old man who delayed him and failed to supervise him well!

Still, out of sight is out of mind!

Feng Qingyang decided to leave, and when he left, he took away all the food left in the thatched cottage, including seasonings!

He is very aware of Feng Yan's urinating nature, he likes to enjoy himself, lazy!

Most importantly, he is greedy and delicious!

I can't be hungry for a meal.

Thinking of this, Grandpa Feng Qingyang wanted to cry again.

In the past 30 years, he has improved not only in martial arts and swordsmanship, but also in laundry, sewing and...cooking skills!

It really chills the old man's heart!

What kind of mentality did Feng Yan use to see him, his own grandfather, arrange all this for him, and he felt at ease.

Leaving to a distance, a place that Feng Yan couldn't sense, took out another clairvoyance, and Feng Qingyang peeked at the thatched cottage from time to time.

He and Feng Yan are both rough men, and it is enough to cover their heads with grass. It is midsummer now, and it is said to be a thatched cottage, but it is actually just a high-end thatched cottage with a thatched roof that can keep out the wind. As long as the situation inside is not blind, You can see clearly.

Wait and wait.

When the sun sets on the western mountain, the full moon rises in the sky, and the fog falls, the thatched cottage finally moves.

Feng Qingyang looked through clairvoyance, the corner of his mouth twitched.

In the shed, the place where he left the note has not been moved, but there is a tent-like mosquito net tent bag on the thatch pile.

Subconsciously, he slapped himself on the face, very good, three mosquito corpses, three pools of blood red.

Feng Qingyang felt that he should bring it, which was designed by the No.1 female branch and released to the world, and he should also bring the essential summer mosquito repellent.

Failed!

Under Feng Qingyang's "surveillance", Feng Yan finally saw the clairvoyance and the note when he was three poles high the next day.

However, to Feng Qingyang's despair, this unscrupulous grandson actually just paused for a moment, and continued... to sleep!

Not to mention panicking, he probably didn't even lose his composure, so he lay back on the bed again!

Looking at Feng Yan's reaction, Feng Qingyang felt that there was nothing more sad than heartbreak, what kind of grandson he was.

Especially when he looked at Feng Yan and lay down like this for three days and three nights.

He had given up hope that Feng Yan would care about him and come to him.

After all, he is also an old man, or his own grandfather!

I don't know if it's better to feel sad or happy.

I won't say anything about the heartache. Fortunately, now, he can really be hard-hearted, and he will never soften his heart.

This time, he must force this pitiful grandson down the mountain.

As long as he goes down the mountain, his sharpness will be watched by the people of the rivers and lakes immediately, and no one can hide it.

What Shaolin, Wudang, Five Sacred Sword School, the younger generation, absolutely no one can match him.

Although……

Although……

Although……

Feng Yan is already 30 years old, he is not young at all!

Thinking of this, Feng Qingyang felt bad all over, and really wanted to go back to Huashan to kill people to vent his anger!

Day [-]...

Even the wind didn't move...

Day [-]...

Even the wind didn't move...

……

tenth day……

Feng Yan still didn't move.

Until the No. 11th day, Feng Qingyang felt that he could not bear it any longer, and when he jumped out, Feng Yan finally moved.

His whole body is trembling~

Quickly ran to the hut...

Frightened and cranky, Feng Qingyang: ...

He almost thought that Fengyan's grandson had some kind of physical problem!

I didn't move for a whole eleven days!

Grandpa was scared to death!

However, at this moment, he really wanted to draw his sword and hack that pitiful grandson to death!

Feng Qingyang, who has good eyesight, of course saw a large pile of food and bones leaking from the thatch pile under the grandson of the pit.

heh heh heh heh...

It turned out that the kid was hiding so many delicious things behind his back!

To chop, or to chop, or to chop...

In the end, Feng Qingyang, who was about to be hurt internally and even lost his temper, still endured it.

I am reading it silently, that is my own grandson, that is my own grandson...

I don't know how many times later!

Seeing the grandson dejectedly sweeping away all the silver coins in the thatched shed, turning his head every three steps, and slowly leaving, Feng Qingyang was in a very complicated mood.

He sat on the Cliff of Thoughts, quietly thinking about life.

If possible, he hoped that someone would buy him a drink. If anyone came to buy him a drink, he wouldn't mind having an extra grandson.

Well, don't be filial or respectful to him!

Don't fool him!

Not even the stupid ones!

Don't be ugly...

Ugh……

What a grandson!

As soon as he left, he missed his grandson!

Old people, lonely!