Mesmerizing Ghost Doctor

"This Zhuojia is the second son who is the owner of the family. He lives in Dongfu, so there are more people there. It can be said that this family is mainly Dongfu. As for Xifu, live here. They are their family, not many people, only his parents and younger brothers, and a few of the waiters."

Zhuo Jun, who was in front of the mixed yuan, pointed at the voice, and the voice was low. He said: "As for the reason, you know it, that's it."

Feng Jiu listened to his lips, and he knew it when he said this.

Dongfu lived in the second uncle of Zhuojunyue, which is the true blood of Zhuojia. It is also true that he inherited the Zhujia family. The main residence of Dongfu is naturally taken for granted. However, this Xifu is too cold, she is Walking here, the feeling for her is that although the Xifu is in the same place as the Dongfu, it is the east and the west, but the Xifu is like being abandoned and abandoned.

Seeing this house is still so, then how do they have to live in it? Is there a feeling of being under the fence? I think that if her master knows that his descendants live like this, he will certainly be very reluctant to blame himself.

She was a little heavy, looking at the Zhuojun Yue who walked slowly ahead, and finally knew why his temper would be so silent.

After a long walk, Zhuo Jun took them to the hall of Xifu and said to the two: "You sit for a while, I will go see my father and mother first."

"Go and go!" The old man waved his hand and sat down in a leisurely position. He took out the wine gourd and drank the wine while not forgetting Feng Jiudao: "Sit, don't be restrained, they are here in Dongfu. People rarely come."

Seeing this, Feng Jiu also found a position to sit down and looked at the simple living room. She couldn't help but ask: "Why don't they go out to live? With the strength of Zhuojun, there is already a qualification for the government."

"It’s his grandmother, his grandmother won’t let them go out to live, and, besides the LaCrosse, his father’s talent is not very good, but the brother of Junyue is not bad, but there is no good teacher.” Drank the wine and shook his head and said.

Wen Yan, Feng Jiu brow slightly twisted: "How can there be no good teacher? Four major sects can not go to the assessment?"

The old man touched his beard and thought about it: "Don't the old man tell you that his brother was born when he was born? Is he sitting in a wheelchair?" His eyes turned and he couldn’t remember it. She mentioned it.

Feng Jiu is speechless: "Where did you say it? You only told me that he has a younger brother and sister, and then he said that their family is poor, and there are so many people in the family, saying that his grandmother was in the early years. If you are in poor health and live in a small courtyard, you only worship Buddha and chanting. How can you mention these details?"

"No? The old man also forgot, don't remember."

He smiled awkwardly and said: "Now it is not too late! That is, talent is good, but a pair of legs are useless. It is not good to stand up without a teacher. You said, who wants to take a seat? The man in the wheelchair is a disciple? So he has been staying at home, but the spiritual repair is okay, and the martial arts are not very good."

Feng Jiu glanced at him and didn't talk any more. Instead of asking the old man who was not reliable, it would be better to wait and see for himself.