Ah, whose main god was eaten alive by cannon fodder?

As soon as I walked out of the door, I saw Xia Bing floating around.

That is Xia Qingzhu's younger brother.

Xia Bing said with fear on her face that Song Qiming had returned, but he brought a very handsome boy with him.

The boy has an extremely noble temperament.

Because my sister wanted to scare the boy, she was almost beaten by Song Qiming.

Fortunately, he was a step late and managed to escape back.

So An Keshu waited downstairs.

She didn't want to restrict her son from making friends, but their identities could lead to fatal disasters if they were not careful.

They can't afford to make even the slightest mistake.

An Keshu's strength is unquestionable. He saw the boy next to Song Qiming from a distance.

The boy's temperament and school uniform are particularly eye-catching.

An Keshu's expression changed immediately.

Fuxi Academy?

How could Ming'er make friends with people from Fuxi Academy?

Fuxi Academy and the Song family have connections.

The people from the Song family will follow the people from Fuxi College to find them.

Ming'er has not yet grown to the point where she can fight against the Song family.

A nameless anger immediately rose in my heart.

All the grievances and sufferings endured over the years turned into a surge of resentment.

She hated her own inability to do anything, and she hated why fate didn't let her Ming'er go.

Could it be that all the efforts of these years have been wasted and will fail at the last moment, and death is the only thing waiting for them?

A deep feeling of powerlessness spread throughout her body.

She waited quietly for Song Qiming's answer.

I feel extremely tormented.

"Mom, his name is Jiang Zhiyi, he is the inheritor of ancient martial arts, and I have just accepted him as my master.

"Master said that I have extraordinary bones and will definitely become a master in the future." Song Qiming began to reply without blinking.

Encore: ...

I really want to open my son’s brain to see if there is water in it.

How could he be so smart on weekdays? What could have happened tonight? Could he have been possessed by a ghost?

Thinking of this possibility, An Keshu put two fingers of his right hand together and passed them across his eyes.

With his spiritual eyes opened, he could see that there was nothing abnormal about Song Qiming.

Just as she was about to retract her spiritual eyes, a very dazzling spiritual light flashed into her peripheral vision.

Moving his gaze towards the light source, An Keshu saw Jiang Zhiyi, who was surrounded by divine light.

Jiang Zhiyi was wrapped in golden light, sacred and inviolable.

Encore was stagnant.

There is divine light on his body.

How much merit does one have to possess this?

Jiang Zhiyi?

ginger?

If she remembered correctly, there was a wealthy family called the Jiang family in the imperial capital?

Could it be someone from the Jiang family?

How could the Jiang family have such a talent?

"Son, are you sure he really wants to be your master?" An Keshu murmured. Isn't he just kidding you?

The defensiveness on his face was also much less.

Such a person with great merits will not be a wicked person.

But she found it a little hard to believe that such a person would be her son's master.

Or teach her some ancient martial arts that she had never heard of.

"Sure. Don't worry, Mom. Master is different from those people. He is sincere to me." Song Qiming once again made the assurance on his own initiative.

At the same time, it also opened my spiritual eyes.

His spiritual eyes opened, and he saw the materialized divine light.

"Divine light." Song Qiming lost his composure for the second time.

He seemed even less worthy of his master.

He secretly made up his mind to practice harder.

An Keshu ignored his dazed son, straightened his clothes and walked towards Jiang Zhiyi.

When he reached Jiang Zhiyi, he bowed respectfully and said, "Master! Thank you for taking care of Ming'er tonight."

She had never heard of ancient martial arts, so she could only say that she was ignorant.

This world is infinite, and what she knows is very little.

Just because she hasn't heard of them doesn't mean those mysterious things she has never touched don't exist.

At this moment, Jiang Zhiyi's image in her heart was extremely tall.

"You're welcome, Auntie. My name is Jiang Zhiyi, just call me Xiao Jiang.

It's my duty to take care of Xiao Ming. I'm his master after all!"

Jiang Zhiyi quickly stopped An Keshu.

Just kidding, he can't accept the gift of an encore.

An Keshu looked at Jiang Zhiyi, and seeing that he looked sincere, he stopped going through the motions.

With a kind smile, she asked Jiang Zhiyi to stay overnight: "Xiao Jiang, it's so late today, just rest here. Auntie's house has an extra room, but it may not be as big as yours."

An Keshu's gratitude to Jiang Zhiyi was sincere.

It was true that he wanted to test Jiang Zhiyi.

Even as a master, she would not allow any unknown danger to appear around her son.

Jiang Zhiyi herself may not be dangerous to them, but who can guarantee that there are no people arranged by the Song family around Jiang Zhiyi?

Jiang Zhiyi must be kept here tonight.

Only after the danger is eliminated can we determine whether we can continue to interact in the future.

Jiang Zhiyi glanced at Song Qiming, and Song Qiming also looked at him expectantly.

I really want him to stay.

"Then I'll bother you tonight."

Jiang Zhiyi didn't let An Keshu worry about how to interrogate him, and took the initiative to explain his situation.

"I grew up in a remote and isolated mountain village, and it was there that I was accepted as a disciple by my master and became the heir of ancient martial arts.

Later, my master passed away, and I was the only one left in this world who still knew the inheritance of ancient martial arts.

Later, someone came to the small mountain village and told me that I was the young master of the Jiang family in the imperial capital.

So I followed him here.

Actually, I prefer that small mountain village.

The Jiang family already has a replacement for me, and that family seems to prefer that replacement..."

With just a few words, Jiang Zhiyi pulled himself out of the Jiang family and made it clear that he had no connection with any mysterious sect.

Even because Jiang Nian might confront Song Ze of the Song family in the future.

After hearing Jiang Zhiyi's words, An Keshu felt much more at ease about Jiang Zhiyi's identity.

As long as it has nothing to do with Xuanmen.

As for whether what Jiang Zhiyi said was true or not, Xia Bing would be able to find out by just asking her.

That night, Jiang Zhiyi slept in Song Qiming's room because of Song Qiming's concern.

Song Qiming took the initiative to go to the guest room.

Early in the morning, the Xia siblings who had gone out to inquire about the news came back.

They went directly to Jiang's house.

I saw the adopted son of the Jiang family. I saw that the Jiang family members were surrounding the adopted son early in the morning. While caring about the adopted son, they kept insulting Jiang Zhiyi.

He said that if he had known earlier, he would have let Jiang Zhiyi rot in that small mountain village for the rest of her life and be a country bumpkin for the rest of her life.

The Jiang family’s words made the Xia siblings very angry.

Immediately a gust of cold wind blew past.

The decorations in the Jiang family's living room were jingling.

Under a remote big tree outside the dilapidated residential area, An Keshu listened to the narration of the Xia siblings and completely put his mind at ease about Jiang Zhiyi.

At the same time, I felt extremely sorry for Jiang Zhiyi.

At such a young age, neither his father nor his mother loves him.

It's disgusting that the biological parents still hold a fake one as a treasure.

Alas, he is also a miserable person.

Fortunately, he is the inheritor of ancient martial arts, otherwise An Keshu couldn't imagine how Jiang Zhiyi could have survived for so many days in such a cannibalistic wealthy family.