After leaving the Liu Mansion for more than a month, Liu Jing returned to the mansion again. However, he had not lived in the Liu Mansion for a long time and had no feelings for the Liu Mansion. Mrs. Cai drove him out of the Liu Mansion and cut off his nostalgia for the Liu Mansion.

But he is a child of the Liu family, so it is natural to return to the Liu Mansion to participate in the sacrifice. No matter how much Mrs. Cai hates him to the core, she cannot stop him from entering the mansion before the New Year.

"Brother Jing, I want to move in and live with you. Do you think it's OK?"

When he walked to Liu's mansion, he saw that there was no chance, Liu Hu finally couldn't help expressing his wish. This was something he had been thinking about for a long time. He had learned martial arts for many years but made little progress. Seeing Liu Jing's rapid progress, he finally couldn't stand the temptation.

Liu Jing stopped and was a little surprised. He saw that Liu Hu's face was flushed and his eyes were particularly serious. It seemed that he took it seriously.

"But... your brother allowed it?"

Liu Hu's elder brother is Liu Qing, and the father of the two brothers also passed away. They lived with their mother and lived in Xiangyang City.

"It should be no problem. I have lived in the Sword Hall for several years, and he didn't say anything. Besides, I'm already eighteen years old and can be completely independent." Liu Hu looked at Liu Jing eagerly, hoping that he could agree in one go.

At this time, Liu Jing's heart moved. He just wanted to put a deputy in Zhang Ping'an. He couldn't find a suitable candidate for a while. Isn't this Liu Hu the best candidate?

He is a famous silly man in Xiangyang, but in fact, Liu Jing knew that he was not stupid, but he was just scheming. Last time he competed with Cai Jin in swords, didn't he advise himself not to accept it?

Thinking of this, Liu Jing smiled and said, "It's okay to live with me, but I have a condition. I will arrange for you to work in the Youjiao Institute. Of course, I'm not a soldier. How about it?"

Liu Hu scratched his head and smiled, "You are afraid you can't afford to support me! Are you?"

"Forget it if you don't do it!" Liu Jing was angry. This guy was very complicated to think.

He urged the horse to go to the mansion. Liu Hu hurriedly grabbed him and said with a smile: "I just joke with you. Why would I not agree? You can do whatever you say."

"Okay, we'll make up for it!"

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Liu Jing and Liu's family walked into the main hall, and the Liu family's children had gathered together. In addition to the few Liu children whom Liu Jing knew, there were also some distant children sitting around Liu Biao, with each of them having a humble smile on their faces.

Liu Biao has four brothers. Liu Biao is the eldest son, and the second son died of illness since childhood. The third son and his family died in the Yellow Turban Rebellion. The fourth son, Liu Jing's father, also died.

The other side house clan brothers had more than a dozen people, most of whom were separated during the rebellion at the end of the Han Dynasty. All those who survived came to Jingzhou and depended on Liu Biao. However, most of them were mediocre and were scattered throughout Jingzhou. This time, everyone came to Xiangyang for worshiping ancestors.

Liu Biao sat in the middle, and the first person in his left hand was from his nephew Liu Qing, who was even closer than Liu Qi. From this point, Liu Jing judged that this year's sacrificial deacon should be Liu Qing.

Liu Qing and his brother Liu Hu look completely different. They are about in their early twenties, have a medium figure, fair skin, and gentle appearance. They are a typical white-faced scholar.

"Haha! Jing'er is here."

When Liu Biao saw Liu Jing enter the hall, he smiled and said to everyone: "You haven't seen him for several years. See if there is any change?"

When Liu Biao said this, he immediately shocked Liu Jing and broke out in a cold sweat. He almost forgot his true identity. He always regarded himself as real Liu Jing. Now no one suspects that he is fake.

That's because most of them have never seen the real Liu Jing, but the tribe members are different. These tribe members have seen him. Only then did Liu Jing realize that his real test has not come yet.

Liu Jing suppressed the tension in his heart and respectfully knelt down to pay respect to Liu Biao, "My nephew greets uncle."

At this time, he had heard the whispers coming from both sides.

"It seems that I have grown a lot taller, darker and thinner than before, but stronger."

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These comments made Liu Jing suddenly think of something and suddenly had a wonderful excuse. He has changed a lot now and a month ago.

Liu Biao hadn't seen him for a month. After looking at him, he asked strangely: "Jing'er, aren't you learning how to make a cannon medicine? Why did you become dark and thin, I almost couldn't recognize you."

Liu Jing hurriedly said, "Report to my uncle, I first learned cannon medicine, but I soon started practicing martial arts again. I had to run and swim every day, so......"

Liu Biao laughed, "I'm talking about it! Why can't I recognize you after not seeing you for more than a month? It turns out that you are practicing martial arts. I guess everyone thinks you have changed a lot."

Liu Biao turned around and asked a middle-aged man, "Second brother, do you think so?"

The middle-aged man is named Liu Du, who is the brother of Liu Biao's distant clan and Liu Hu's uncle. He is quite smart and capable. He was appointed as the prefect of Lingling County by Liu Biao last year. Liu Du only came to Jingzhou four years ago, so he has a little impression of Liu Jing.

He stroked his beard and smiled, "There is a big change. Four years ago, he was a naughty yellow-haired boy. He became an adult in a blink of an eye. It makes people feel that the years have passed and our family is prosperous."

He asked Liu Jing again, "Jing'er, how are your legs now?"

Liu Jing knew from Uncle Meng that his leg had broken when he was a child, and he already knew this very well, but the question is, who is the middle-aged man in front of him?

Although Uncle Meng told him the genealogy, he had never seen anyone on the genealogy. He could not meet the real person. The man obviously knew him, and if he didn't know him, it would be unreasonable.

However, maybe I can fool you. Didn’t Liu Biao call him his second brother just now? It seems that he is about fifty years old and should be older than his father.

Liu Jing decided to gamble, and he immediately knelt down, bowed down, and said respectfully: "Report to the second uncle, my nephew's legs are completely healed, how is the second uncle in good health?"

Everyone liked the children who were wise, and Liu Du immediately smiled and said, "I'm fine! I can adapt to the climate in Lingling."

When talking about Lingling, Liu Jing immediately knew who he was. Liu Du, he had called him Zhongfu since he was a child, but not the second uncle. He immediately changed his words: "Zhongfu has always been strong and can adapt anywhere. I wonder if the second brother Xian has come."

The next young scholar nodded and smiled, "Brother Jing, I'm here!"

At this time, Liu Biao smiled and said, "Okay, all the tribe members are here. It's time for me to talk about the specific details of tomorrow's sacrifice."

Liu Hu gently pulled Liu Jing and took him to the last two seats on the right head. Liu Jing was relieved and finally got through the first level.

"Tomorrow's lunar calendar, the sacrifice begins from the first hour of Mao. I am the main sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrific

Liu Hu whispered to Liu Jing: "I discussed for the first time yesterday that you didn't come. The head of the family said that it was your first time participating in a sacrifice, so I won't let you do anything. You just follow me. Etiquette and other things are very simple. You can do whatever I do."

Liu Jing has a good impression of Liu Hu and is so understanding. Who said he is stupid? If this clan brother is done well, it will be of great help to him in the future.

Thinking of this, Liu Jing smiled and said, "Brother Hu, let's stay together tonight! Let's discuss martial arts."

"Okay!" Liu Hu became excited, "I will practice martial arts with you."

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At night, Liu Jing gave Liu Hu a "Wind and Thunder Transformation" knife score, "The reason why I can defeat the Shuilang is because I know this move. I have to practice twenty-four swords to attack in total. In fact, there is only one sword. This is a secret that is not passed on. I officially give it to you. I hope you don't spread it."

The "Wind and Thunder Transformation" was specially tailored for Liu Jing. It has nothing to do with Luofeng Sect, so it doesn't matter if Liu Jing passed it to Liu Hu. The key is that he cannot pass on Luofeng's martial arts.

But Liu Jing didn't think so. To practice "Wind and Thunder Change", he had to know a little bit of Luofeng's technique. Liu Jing also decided to pass on some of Luofeng's technique to him.

What he needs is a right-hand man, and the rules of Luofeng Sect cannot restrain him.

Liu Hu was shocked to see it. He was beloved, he had never heard of one move and twenty-four moves.

"Brother Jing, can I practice well?"

"You have mastered the moves first, and then I will teach you the skills. Don't worry, practice them slowly! If you know this move, Cai Jin is no longer your opponent."

Liu Hu was extremely happy and jumped up and screamed: "I'll practice now!"

Liu Jing grabbed him and stared at him and said, "If you spread this matter, don't want me to teach you anything again!"

Seeing that Liu Jing's expression was extremely serious, Liu Hu nodded solemnly, "Even if I cut my tongue, I will never say it!"

Liu Jing also stood up and smiled and said, "I'll go to the Xixiang River now and ensure that I'll gather in the ancestral hall at the fifth hour."

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To be continued...