It was time to show off the sign, so Jiang Lin put down the spoon and said to the grandma: "Does your son look like this? Then this is what he does?"

Jiang Lin told me, there was no way. The time was too long, and Jiang Lin could not remember it clearly, only the deliciousness of wontons.

The grandma stopped her work and looked at Jiang Lin in surprise. She didn't expect to hear from her son here. She was trapped in Shili Village and miss her relatives very much.

The grandma didn't understand why she couldn't leave Shili Village. The bandits had been swept away, and the villagers also evaded their resentment, but they still couldn't enter the cycle of reincarnation.

All this happened in the grandma's illusion. Without the grandma's control, the disciples next to him were still eating wontons mechanically. The wontons in the bowl were gradually reduced, and they stuffed them into their mouths bit by bit, which looked very strange.

With a wave of his hand, all these people disappeared, leaving only Jiang Lin and the steaming wonton stall.

"What's going on now?" Jiang Lin asked bluntly.

The grandma sighed and said, "A few days ago, Brother Feng came to us and said he wanted us to help the disciples in Jiange to assess. Brother Feng is kind to us, so he naturally needs to help with this. But since you find out, I'll send you out."

There were still many things that didn't understand, Jiang Lin hurriedly stopped them and said, "Wait a minute!"

The grandma stopped halfway through the knife and waited for Jiang Lin to speak.

"You are talking about Brother Feng, but the head of the Pavilion Feng Qingyang."

"Of course."

"Can you please tell me more about Feng Qingyang's matter and the arrangement of Jiange's assessment?"

"You are not a disciple of Jiange."

The grandma noticed the difference in Jiang Lin's tone that the disciples of Jiange would not call Feng Qingyang the name directly.

Jiang Lin did not hide it and told everything. He was not afraid that the grandmother would still be controlled by Feng Qingyang. Now he urgently needed information that was beneficial to him in order to find opportunities to turn passive into activeness.

The grandma seemed to be trapped in memories and did not speak, but the illusion began to change, and Jiang Lin could directly see the grandma's memories.

The grandma and Feng Qingyang's childhood sweethearts have been intimate for generations. Feng Qingyang in those years was still a handsome and handsome scholar.

However, the family was massacred by the demons and their parents died. Feng Qingyang and his grandmother survived. From then on, they abandoned their books and followed the martial arts, and vowed to storm the demons.

Jiang Lin felt that Feng Qingyang had taken the wrong script? This is not the beginning of the classic online literature. Jiang Lin couldn't wait to continue reading it.

Feng Qingyang bowed to Jian Pavilion and practiced hard day and night, but unfortunately his qualifications were mediocre and it was difficult to achieve great things, let alone eliminate demons and demons.

According to the cool script, there will be adventures below, Jiang Lin thought.

Sure enough, on a night of wind and rain, lightning and thunder, Feng Qingyang found a secret book among the dead bones, which recorded various mysterious formations. Feng Qingyang happily shared the harvest with his grandmother.

However, the formation and sword moves are incompatible, so one has to be given up. Feng Qingyang just doesn't believe in evil, and he got into the room and studied and tested it all day long.

The grandma is responsible for taking care of Feng Qingyang's diet and daily life. She set up a stall outside to make wontons during the day. It is not easy for a young lady from a noble family to open her mouth and wear clothes to reach out.

Jiang Lin could also see Feng Qingyang's notes from the illusion. He seemed to want to lead the sword intent into the formation, so that even without advanced cultivation, he could use extremely powerful sword skills.

Finally, it was another night of thunder and rain. The grandma heard the movement outside the door. Feng Qingyang roared like crazy in the rain, and his sword formation succeeded.

Feng Qingyang was holding the most ordinary sword in his hand, but in Feng Qingyang's hand, it seemed as if he had come alive. The sword energy was insufficient, and the formation was used to repair it. The sword directly cut off the rain in front of him. After a moment, the heavy rain continued to connect into a line.

Feng Qingyang was able to slash out the sword energy. Compared to the previous weak and inconspicuous sword energy, this was already a huge change.

Later, the grandma fell in love and married a young man from the same village. This person looked very similar to the uncle who set up a stall in Qianrencheng.

On the day of marriage, Feng Qingyang, as the elder brother, sent off the grandmother.

After that, Feng Qingyang often visited the two of them until Shili Village was swept away by bandits.

What happened next was gone in memory. Jiang Lin knew that Feng Qingyang brought people to kill the bandits.

Unexpectedly, Feng Qingyang was also a chivalrous boy who used to be a sword in the world, but when did the transformation take place and the demon seed was planted by the Yuan Demon Emperor? Is Feng Qingyang now himself or the demon seed of the Yuan Demon Emperor?

Jiang Lin had no idea about these problems from the grandma's memories, so he had to ask the grandma to help him get out of the illusion first.

Jiang Lin woke up from the bed and looked out the window. The moon was bright and the stars were sparse, and it was still midnight.

Let's wake everyone up first. Jiang Lin lifted the quilt beside him, but found that Huang Youming and Wang Qin were not on the bed.

Jiang Lin hurriedly went out to search, but as soon as he went out, he was shocked by the scene in front of him.

The disciples of Jiange were all outside the house, walking aimlessly, looking at everyone's eyes without any spirit, as if they were sleepwalking.

No matter how much Jiang Lin called, he couldn't wake everyone up. He even gave Huang Youming and Wang Qin two big mouths. According to the truth, the pig should wake up, but everyone seemed to have lost their feelings.

Am I still in my dream? Jiang Lin looked at the entrance of the village, the white flag was still there, and then looked at the foot of his feet, and the water hole was also there.

Jiang Lin was puzzled and prepared to go outside the village to find someone to rescue him.

After searching at the entrance of the village for a long time, the people who were waiting outside did not appear before. Jiang Lin shouted a few more times, but the sound was swallowed up in the darkness.

Somewhere must have a problem, Jiang Lin is preparing to return to Shili Village to find the answer.

But after walking a few steps, Jiang Lin heard the sound of horse hooves coming from behind him.

"Is there anyone riding a horse so late?"

Jiang Lin thought about it and hid in the grass. As the sound of horse hooves got closer, Jiang Lin saw the fire. It seemed that the person on the horse's back was holding a torch.

The sound was getting closer and closer. Jiang Lin found that more than one person came, the sound of horse hooves became very messy, and the light emitted by torches was increasing.

"Mom, I haven't had a meat meal for a long time. Today I must find a girl with tender skin and taste it well." The leader said on the horse's back.

A flattering response came from behind: "Don't worry, brother, brothers, I will definitely be satisfied with you."

"Mom, what do you want me to be satisfied with?" The leader said on the back of the replyer.

The group arrived at the entrance of the village. Jiang Lin counted carefully and found that there were as many as 560 people.

Thinking of the disciples from Jiange in the village, Jiang Lin wanted to go back before, but heard a familiar voice.

"Dear men, let us go. We are just a poor mountain village in the mountains, without any oil and water."

The person who spoke was Wang Qin. At this time, everyone had regained consciousness and knelt on the ground with a bitter face to beg for mercy.

Huang Youming was also behind, and under the fierce gaze of the person in charge, he looked dodging and restless.

Jiang Lin discovered something wrong. If Huang Youming performed normally, he would not be able to kneel down to others when he was beaten to death.
Chapter completed!