Chapter 37

Yue Xincheng's phone was hung up before he finished talking.

He sighed and knew what he was thinking about. He also had a deep sense of powerlessness. Before, he didn't think it was bad for him to eat and die every day. Now, he felt depressed. If the leader of the Yue family was not the eldest brother, but himself, the problem encountered by the eldest brother would not be a problem.

Even if it's the Ning family, it's impossible to turn against the Yue family for a Ning stone, isn't it?

They don't have the guts!

The more you think, the more irritable you get.

I picked up the purple clay pot on the table and fell to the ground. After it was broken, I couldn't help feeling distressed. Mother, this thing is worth a lot of money

The carved wooden door was pushed open from the outside. Yue Tu, dressed in casual clothes, walked in with a smile.

"What's the matter, the second young master of the Yue family? Who made you angry?"

Seeing the man coming in, Yue Xincheng subconsciously stood up and seemed a little embarrassed. His hands were also subconsciously pinched together.

"Brother, don't laugh at me."

Yue Tuzhi smiled. Seeing the debris on the ground, he looked out and said, "clean it up."

Immediately a servant came in and began to clean the debris on the ground.

"Come on, go out."

Yuexincheng didn't hesitate and followed.

The house of the Yue family is a quadrangle.

It's not a room, it's a piece of quadrangles. It's enough to dazzle people. Most of the people who live here are related to the Yue family. Otherwise, they will go to the ancient martial arts under the Yue family and seek the shelter of an ancient martial family. Many ancient martial arts people need to do.

It's impossible for them not to understand that it's good to enjoy the cool under the big tree.

In a large courtyard, walking through the streets.

Everyone who sees the two brothers must say hello to the master and the second young master.

People who don't know still think Yue Tuzhi is the father of Yue Xincheng.

The appellation is like this. There is no way to change it. Yuexincheng doesn't care about these. It's from the heart, not from the expression.

Sometimes, he was afraid that others would not know this, so he fooled around and tossed about as much as he could. When all outsiders saw Yuexin City, they had to sigh and say that it was lucky that yuetu was supported by the Yues. Otherwise, he would have been removed from the three ancient martial families in Jiangnan.

In this regard, yuexincheng is quite satisfied.

Just like the ancient prince, all kinds of food, drink and fun are OK. The only thing he can't do is to be diligent, exquisite and skillful. In this way, he won't get any praise. On the contrary, he will make his head move. The one sitting on the top of the temple with a five clawed dragon gun can't ask: what do you want, boy?

Walking through the streets and alleys, I stepped on the neatly paved bluestone slab. For many years, the bluestone slab has been polished smooth.

"Our brothers haven't taken such a walk for a long time." Yue Tuzhi always looks like carrying hands on his back, and his waist is not very straight. He is only twenty-eight or seventy-eight years old, but the whole person exudes a smell of old age.

Compared with yuexincheng, yuetuzhi looks better. He is about 185 tall and has a strong figure, but he is not fat. He wears some loose clothes. If he wears a little tight, he will find that every muscle is full of explosive power.

Yue Xincheng didn't speak.

"I know, too. You were admitted to Xiuxian college." Yue Tuzhi said.

Yue Xincheng nodded.

He never wanted to hide it.

I can't hide it.

"Very good. I'm promising at last. I don't need to stare at you every day." Yue Tuzhi said, his tone full of relief.

Yue Xincheng smiled but remained silent.

Yue Tuzhi stretched out his hand and simply grabbed Yue Xincheng's neck.

Such actions are often sung. Yue Xincheng will only feel very close, but I don't know why. At this moment, he suddenly feels very uncomfortable and feels unspeakable uncomfortable.

"How do you think we have a lot of points?" Yue Tuzhi asked.

Yue Xincheng coughed and said, "yes? Probably because we haven't seen each other for some time."

"In fact, I know what you're thinking. I'm just worried. Do I think your entering the immortal college will threaten my status, so I start targeting you, right?"

Yuexincheng was stunned.

He does have such concerns.

It's not just him, singing is worried about him.

What he didn't expect was that Yue Tuzhi, his eldest brother, would expose this point so frankly.

In Yue Xincheng's opinion, these are dirty things, which can't be dirty. But now, Yue Tuzhi has to carry out these dirty things, put them in the sun and put them on the table.

What does this guy want to do?

For Yue Tuzhi, Yue Xincheng is respectful and afraid from the heart. Although Yue Tuzhi has not done anything to him so far, this feeling has always been very intuitive.

"Xincheng, I have never felt that the Yue family is my own. Our parents are dead. You know how to die. I can't take revenge alone. My ability is limited. I can only jack up the family for the time being. Therefore, the courage to take revenge must fall on you. I hope you can be stronger than anyone else. At least you should be stronger than me." Yue Tuzhi said with a smile.

Yuexincheng can't believe his ears.

What Yue Tuzhi said now had a great impact on him.

Yue Tu's back started and continued to walk forward, step by step, slowly.

He continued in a self-conscious manner: "in a word, you don't need to worry. Do what you want to do. If you can't carry it, tell me, I'll carry it for you. The road you want to go is actually hard to go. I can't help you. I won't go back when I can carry it for you."

Turning around, he looked at Yue Xincheng, stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder.

"As for the Ning family, go if you want to."

Yue Xincheng was surprised and said, "really?"

"Is it difficult for me to lie to you?" Yue Tuzhi laughed.

Yue Xincheng was so happy that he nodded hard.

"Then I'll go now!"

"Yes."

Watching Yue Xincheng leave at a fast speed, Yue Tuzhi shook his head with a bitter smile.

"I really don't know who is your big brother, me and that guy called singing."

At this point.

The door of a courtyard was slowly opened.

An old man in a long gray shirt came out with a bent waist.

He sat slowly on the threshold, narrowed his eyes and looked at Yue Tuzhi. The corners of his mouth showed an arc, like laughing.

"That woman, have you solved it?" Yue Tuzhi asked.

There was no longer a smile on his face. Instead, he was covered with frost.

"Never again, dead." The old man didn't know where to touch a cigarette rod, knocked it on the threshold, and his trembling hand took out a box of tiger head matches from his clothes, pricked it to light the smoke, took a deep breath, and his face was comfortable, but the hand holding the cigarette rod was a little red in the fingernails, like dried blood.

Yue Tuzhi nodded slowly, didn't speak, turned and left.

Looking at Yue Tuzhi's back, the old man's smoking hand trembled slightly.

The smile on his face became stronger and stronger. He pondered for a moment and said slowly, "the Yue family is a good owner, but it's really not a good thing."

Then he giggled again.

People who don't know think he was raised by an old hen.