"Even if I practice for ten hours a day, I can't do it..." said the female voice who spoke before, "You are the most talented in our family."

Zhuang Xiaoyue became silent.

Hearing this, Zhuang Yi shook his head and was about to leave.

At this time, Zhuang Xiaoyue's voice sounded again, "Xiaoyun, why don't you go with Zhuang Qizhen and the others?"

It turned out that she did not follow Zhuang Qizhen and the others, but kept practicing swords here.

A faint joy arose in Zhuangyi's heart.

"You are my best friend, how can I leave you alone?" Xiaoyun's giggling voice came out.

Zhuang Yi did not listen any longer, but left directly, because when he heard the arrival of the Mei family, his bad mood was swept away. The steps under his feet also became lighter.

In the woods, Zhuang Xiaoyue's face moved, and suddenly, she stood up from the ground and said lightly, "Let's go."

"Don't practice anymore?" Zhuang Suyunqi said next to her.

"I won't practice anymore." Zhuang Xiaoyue took back the white cloak from the branch and draped it on her body, covering her already delicate and slender figure under the cloak. She carried the sword and walked out of the woods.

Zhuang Suyun hurriedly followed and looked at her friend strangely. She saw that the faint sorrow that had originally lingered on her friend's eyebrows disappeared, and replaced by ease and brightness.

The arrival of the Mei family is a big deal for the dealer.

The Mei family is a first-class family from the prosperous and luxurious Jiangzhou, with great wealth and power. They can be ranked among the top in the entire Lingnan. In comparison, the dealer is just a rich man in the countryside and cannot be promoted at all. The gap cannot be rationalized.

It is an extremely honor for the dealer to be able to get in touch with the Mei family. Every month before the spring festival, people from the Mei family will be received with the highest standards.

This year is no exception. When we received the news that the Mei family fleet was docking, the entire dealer began to get busy.

In a spacious room, Zhuang Yi sat on a chair, looking at the luxurious furnishings in the house, and sneered slightly on his face.

This is his room. It is within the patriarch's mansion. Apart from the patriarch's room, this is the most luxurious one.

However, ironically, he can only stay here for two days each year. After two days, he must move back to his original residence.

With a squeak, the door was pushed open.

"Young Master, the patriarch invites you to the lobby." An old man in his fifties and sixties walked in, bent over, saluted Zhuang Yi, and said respectfully.

Seeing the familiar old man, Zhuang Yi sighed softly, "Boe Feng, I am no longer a young master."

"In my heart, you will always be my young master." The old man looked at him with a loving look.

Zhuang Yi shook his head, said nothing, and walked out of the door first.

The old man's name is Zhuang Feng. When his grandfather was still there, he was the housekeeper of his family. He watched him grow up since he was a child.

Now, although Zhuang Feng has become Zhuang Cangyun's housekeeper, Zhuang Yi does not hate him. This can be seen from the name that "Bo Feng" is something he used to, and even after moving out of the clan leader's mansion, he has never changed it.

As soon as he stepped out of the door, Zhuang Feng followed from behind, took two steps ahead, and led the way in front.

In the patriarch's mansion, the scenery is still the same, every grass and tree seems familiar. The memories hidden in this body are slowly awakened with the familiar scenery around them.

In front of you, scenes flashed quickly like a montage. Zhuang Yi looked at a child calmly, with a colorful childhood.

Tasting the faint attachment in it, a slight fluctuation surged in Zhuang Yi's heart. This now-shattered family once brought so much joy to Xiao Zhuang Yi.

The fist was clenched suddenly, and the round and pointed nails pierced into the palm of the hand, causing a numb pain.

Zhuang Yi, I will reborn with your body. This kind of kindness is like recreation. I know your last wish, and I will rescue your mother and give her freedom.

Zhuang Yi's heart became firm. After feeling the memory imprinted in the depths of this body, he made a promise.

As soon as the words in my heart finished, I clearly felt that the trace of attachment conveyed a message of gratitude, and then, like liberation, gradually dissipated.

A trace of enlightenment suddenly grew in his heart. The imprint of Zhuang Yi, which finally completely disappeared at this time. Now his body truly belongs to him.

A faint feeling of loss surged in my heart, and I looked up at the blue sky, and my eyes extended to an infinite distance.

Have a good journey!

A nearly inaudible voice came from his mouth.

"arrive."

Zhuang Feng's voice was not loud, but it reached Zhuang Yi's ears, but it was like a thunderclap. His whole temperament changed, and the faint sadness on his body was swept away and became extremely solemn.

"Get in, all the VIPs from the Mei family are inside."

On the side, Zhuang Feng reminded softly, looking at Zhuang Yi with a little unbearable look.

Zhuang Yi didn't notice his eyes and took a long breath. A large amount of cold air poured into his lungs, making his mind clearer.

Pushing open the door, Zhuang Yi walked in with a high spirit.

As soon as he stepped into the door, dozens of gazes with different meanings shot towards him.

After scanning the room, the situation inside the room was clear at a glance.

There were more than a dozen people sitting in the room, and they were naturally the head of the Zhuang Cangyun.

Tingguang paused slightly on Zhuang Cangyun and turned to two strangers he had never seen before.

Sitting next to Zhuang Huayun was a white middle-aged man, with a pink five-petal plum blossom printed on his forehead. He was looking at him with a strange light.

For some reason, Zhuang Yi felt a little uncomfortable when he came into contact with his gaze.

A handsome young man sat down at the head of the white middle-aged man, about seventeen or eighteen years old, with arrogance between his eyebrows, and a faint disdain in his eyes when he looked at him.

His brows frowned slightly. These two people were from the Mei family. Their unfriendly eyes gave him a sense of obscenity.

In previous years, people from the Mei family were still quite kind to him at least on the surface.

He was a little vigilant, but his face was silent. He walked directly to Zhuang Cangyun, bowed respectfully, and said, "Class leader, okay."

No matter what you do in private, you still have to do what you should do in such an occasion, otherwise you will not know the general. If you give people the impression that they do not know the general, they will not be popular no matter where they go.

"Xiaoyi, you are here."

A hint of satisfaction flashed in Zhuang Cangyun's eyes, and he smiled gently on his face, waved to him, "Come here, I'll introduce it to you."
Chapter completed!