bright moon every other day

Four years later.

"Son."

Wang Zixin started to have a headache when he heard this voice, "I said Shangguan, it's been several years, can you stop calling me son?"

Tian Ya lowered his head and put the refreshments away. Instead of answering Wang Zixin's words, he changed the topic abruptly: "Uncle Wang is an old man from Mingyue Pavilion. He came to Yangzhou to recuperate because of his old age. We live here like ourselves. Same at home."

Waving his hand, Wang Zixin gave up arguing with him: "Uncle Wang watched me grow up. Although I left when I was a teenager, I still..."

"Master! Sir... son... son..."

Wang Zixin covered his face with one hand, and sat at the pear wood table speechlessly.

"Young master, I rushed back as soon as I heard that you were coming. The bastard Wang Kun couldn't speak clearly. What do you mean you lost all your martial arts and no memory at all? Slowly recovered, but only remembered ten What does it mean to be so old? What does it mean to never recover again!!! My son, you have suffered..."

Wang Zixin had the urge to get under the table, it was this kind of gossip...it hasn't changed a bit for so many years!

Although these years have been interesting, the explanation is very simple, but within half a cup of tea, Uncle Wang already knew everything after he left Mingyue Pavilion.

"So, Second Young Master Nan Chen, Third Young Miss Wei Guang, and Shangguan Tian Ya have usurped the throne?"

"Cough", Wang Zixin shook his folding fan in embarrassment, Uncle Wang, you don't need to say such a loud thing, right? "That's what the master said." Anyway, I don't remember...

"So, the young master has been traveling all over the world in the past few years?"

"Yes." Wang Zixin heaved a sigh of relief, these past few years have been at ease.

The elderly man stroked his beard and nodded thoughtfully: "At the beginning, madam had no choice but to make things difficult for the young master all these years. Now it's good, the young master can let go of those burdens and live the life he wants, which is a blessing in disguise. You frail scholar It’s more like a ranger if you do it.”

The two looked at each other and laughed, remembering that Mingyue, who was only eight years old, held a sword behind her back and said she wanted to be a ranger.

"But", Uncle Wang pursed his lips again, "What happened to that Shangguan Tianya?"

Mentioning this person, Wang Zixin's face fell down again.

"I remember that he has always followed the young master like a loyal dog, and it was considered appropriate to help the pavilion deal with things later... How dare he betray? How can this kind of person stay with you, the young master, let's deal with it."