One person: Lu family bodyguard, who shattered Longhu Mountain with a single palm strike.

Unfortunately, no matter how clearly Lin Mo was plotting in his mind, no one present could hear him.

Unbeknownst to them, this young bodyguard, casually leaning against a wooden pillar and exuding an air of arrogance, possessed a strength that far surpassed that of the entire world.

The conversation in the center of the courtyard was drawing to a close.

Lu Jin and Xu Si reached a strategic consensus and prepared to join forces to trap the Quanxing heretics at the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony.

Xu Si rubbed his hands together, threw the nearly burnt-out cigarette butt on the ground and crushed it out, his tone returning to its usual nonchalant manner.

"Alright, Elder Lu, Master Tian, ​​now that we've figured out the bottom line, our company won't bother you any longer. We have a bunch of other things to deal with outside."

Xu Sichong raised his chin and waved to Zhang Chulan beside him.

"Let's go, Chu Lan, let's go back."

Xu San pushed up his glasses, turned around, and walked out of the courtyard gate.

But after taking two steps, he found that there was no movement behind him.

He turned around in confusion, looking at Zhang Chulan who was still standing in the same spot.

"Chu Lan? What are you standing there for?"

A mountain breeze swept across the courtyard, carrying a few withered bamboo leaves.

Zhang Chulan lowered his head, his fists clenched tightly together, and his chest heaving violently.

Just when everyone thought he had done something stupid, his knees suddenly buckled.

"Thump!"

A muffled thud.

Zhang Chulan knelt upright on the bluestone slab, facing directly at the old Celestial Master Zhang Zhiwei, who was sitting at the stone table.

This sudden kneeling left Xu San and Xu Si, who were about to leave, stunned, and also left several young members of the Lu family troupe in the courtyard looking completely bewildered.

Zhang Chulan took a deep breath and slammed his head heavily on the ground, his voice trembling slightly.

"Master!"

"I beg you... please tell me, what exactly happened to my grandfather back then?"

Zhang Chulan suddenly raised his head, his face, which usually wore a sly smile, now filled with pleading and resentment.

Why did he flee Longhu Mountain back then?

"Why do you have to drag our whole family into hiding, making it impossible for us to even have a peaceful life?"

The air in the courtyard seemed to freeze at that moment.

Zhang Zhiwei's hand holding the teacup froze in mid-air, his aged eyes lowered slightly, making it impossible to discern his emotions.

Tian Jinzhong, standing to the side, spun his wheelchair back half an inch, turned his head, and looked away with a complicated expression.

Lin Mo, leaning against the pillar, raised an eyebrow, his mind racing.

He looked at Zhang Chulan kneeling on the ground and suddenly felt that the plot was going a bit strange.

After a moment's thought, Lin Mo suddenly realized.

It turned out to be the case.

Logically speaking, Zhang Chulan should have already been summoned for "tea" by those two old guys, Wang Ai and Lü Ci, and forced to reveal the whereabouts of the Qi Source Flow.

At that time, Zhang Chulan was provoked, which made him even more eager to know the truth.

But today at the No. 4 training ground, I broke the leg of Wang Bing, the precious grandson of the Wang family, and knocked out most of his teeth.

Wang Ai, that fiercely protective grandson, is probably in the infirmary right now, crying and wailing, cursing and swearing. She certainly doesn't have time to give Zhang Chulan a piece of her mind.

Lin Mo clicked his tongue inwardly.

Although the plot took a slightly different turn, the kid's obsession with uncovering the mysteries of the past remained unchanged in the slightest.

After all, for Zhang Chulan, this was the first time in twelve years that he had come so close to the truth of what happened back then.

Anyone would find it impossible not to ask.

Just as Lin Mo's mind was racing, Zhang Chulan saw that the Old Master was still silent, so he hurriedly knelt forward two more steps.

"Master!"

"I know your rules! You said that you would only reveal the whole truth if I won the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony and became the rightful heir of the Celestial Master's Mansion."

Zhang Chulan's eyes were red-rimmed and his voice was hoarse.

"But... I really can't wait any longer."

"For the past month, every night when I close my eyes, all I see in my mind is the image of my grandfather's corpse."

"I dare not think about it. I'm afraid that if I take the wrong step, I will end up like I was more than ten years ago, wandering around and being hunted down everywhere."

"My lord, I'm begging you, please just tell me the truth!"

The courtyard remained so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Zhang Zhiwei gently put down his teacup, the ceramic base tapping against the stone table with a soft, crisp sound.

He looked at his kneeling disciple, his lips moved, but in the end it turned into a long sigh, and he remained silent.

This silence is more oppressive than any rejection.

Just when the oppressive atmosphere was about to suffocate them, Lu Jin, who had a fiery temper, slapped his thigh hard and stood up with a fierce look on his face.

"Alright, Lao Zhang!"

Lu Jin strode over to Zhang Chulan, pulled him up from the ground, and pointed at Zhang Zhiwei's nose, complaining irritably.

"Look at what you've done to this child!"

"The mess Zhang Huaiyi caused back then is over half a century ago. Now, even those Quanxing bastards are running rampant on Longhu Mountain. What do you still have to hide?"

Zhang Zhiwei raised his eyelids and glanced at his old friend, but still didn't say anything.

Seeing his stubbornness, Lu Jin lost her temper completely.

"Fine! You're worried about your Celestial Master's Mansion's broken rules, you keep quiet about your profound meditation, and you don't want to talk about it. Fine, then I'll speak!"

Lu Jin put his hands on his hips and looked around with a strong voice.

"This old man isn't a member of your Celestial Master's Mansion. I haven't sworn an oath, nor am I bound by your outdated rules and customs. Since this child wants to know what happened to his grandfather, I'll tell him the truth today!"

Tian Jinzhong hurriedly spoke up: "Old Lu, this matter is too serious, don't do anything reckless!"

"What nonsense am I talking about?"

Lu Jin glared at Tian Jinzhong and said righteously, "Back then, the Thirty-Six Bandits, the Jia Shen Rebellion, who doesn't know who? This child has the right to know about his ancestors."

Sitting in the main seat, the old Celestial Master Zhang Zhiwei sighed, picked up his teacup, took a sip, and remained silent without refuting, which was obviously an admission of Lu Jin's actions.

Seeing this, Lu Jin's expression softened slightly.

He turned his head and looked at Bai Shixue, Zhi Jinhua, Canglong and a group of other young people standing in the corner.

"However, the fewer people who know about this, the better."

Lu Jin waved his hand, waving his arm like he was shooing away a chick.

"You juniors, all of you get out! Stand guard outside the courtyard. No one is allowed to approach without my permission. Go, go, go!"

Canglong and Bai Shixue exchanged a glance and shrank back.

They knew Old Master Lu's temper well, and dared not provoke him at this moment. They could only obediently nod and turn to walk out of the courtyard gate.

Xiao Xiao and Wang Ergou also followed suit, quite tactfully.

Seeing that most of the younger generation had left, Lu Jin turned around and found that her most beloved great-granddaughter was still standing next to Lin Mo, her eyes sparkling, showing no intention of moving.

Lu Jin put on a stern face and waved to her.

"You go out too, Linglong."

Lu Linglong put her hands behind her back and instead of walking out, she hopped forward two steps, her clear eyes filled with great confusion.

"Huh? Grandpa, why do I have to go out too?"

Lu Jin said irritably, "Just leave when I tell you to. What we're going to talk about next is the Jia Shen Rebellion that Zhang Chulan's grandfather caused back then. It was a taboo event that stirred up a bloody storm in the world of supernatural beings. It won't do you kids any good to hear about it."

"oh."

Lu Linglong blinked and replied with an extremely natural expression.

"About Zhang Chulan's grandfather?"

"But I know about this."

The moment the words fell.

Zhang Zhiwei, who had just picked up his teacup to drink water, froze in mid-air.

Sitting in his wheelchair, Tian Jinzhong's mouth was half-open, his expression like a frozen sculpture.

Lu Jin, who was about to launch into a lengthy discourse exposing the scars of history, suddenly felt as if a walnut was stuck in her throat, and her eyes widened in disbelief.

Zhang Chulan, who should have been nervous about learning the truth, had his mouth agape so wide it could fit a duck egg.

He stiffly turned his neck to look at the young girl in the pink coat.

Even Xu San and Xu Si, who were halfway there and about to close the courtyard gate, suddenly stumbled.

In an instant, everyone's eyes were drawn to Lu Linglong.

Zhang Chulan pointed at himself in disbelief: "Sister Lu? What did you say? You know about my grandfather's matter?"

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