My Koi Sister is Three and a Half Years Old

Mr. Lu recovered from his illness overnight.

I vomited blood yesterday and am very sick.

In the afternoon, he got up from bed, ate two bowls of rice, took out his master's spiritual tablet and polished it until it was shiny.

The old doctor came several times.

"It's weird, Shouyuan can still only last three months. But your condition looks much better. What kind of magic pill have you taken?"

"The face is radiant, the complexion is rosy, and the vitality is full, and even the depression between the eyebrows has dissipated." The doctor was surprised.

Mr. Lu waved his hand mysteriously, feeling in high spirits on happy occasions.

Lin and Yan Hansheng were very surprised when they were invited.

Even though Yanchuan said, there is no need to bring anything.

They also brought out the most valuable and precious things at home, and prepared a copy according to the current apprenticeship ceremony.

When I heard that Mr. Lu was an official in the imperial court and returned to his hometown to recuperate, he looked even more uneasy.

"Mom, don't worry. Mr. Lu is gentle and very knowledgeable. It is the dream of all scholars to be in Mr. Lu's name." Yan Chuan saw that his parents were still wearing New Year's clothes, and he knew what they were thinking. He is also extremely solemn about this matter.

Especially Yan Hansheng, he always felt guilty that Yan Chuan could not go to school.

Lin's face was a little swollen as he was about to go to bed.

At this moment, she asked worriedly: "You were so angry that you couldn't sleep all night when you were teaching Suisui. Is she really not going to make the old man mad?"

family……

A moment of silence.

Yanchuan sighed, he knew how persistent the old man was in harvesting Sui Sui.

"I'll ask the doctor to prepare some quick-acting heart-saving pills."

When Mr. Lin and his wife met Mr. Lu, they saw that he was just an old man full of Confucianism, so they relaxed a lot.

Mr. Lu restrained his ambition to become an official. In fact, he looked like an old man with a lot of knowledge.

The group chatted for a while and then got straight to the point.

Yan Chuan was in the main hall of the Lu family. With the blessings of his parents, he kowtowed, served tea, and worshiped Mr. Lu as his teacher.

He officially became Mr. Lu's closed disciple.

Next it was Suisui's turn.

Lin is about to give birth, and no one dares to let her climb the mountain.

Then he left a message that Han Sheng would accompany Lin.

Mr. Lu took Suisui and Yanchuan directly to the back mountain to apprentice.

"My master is buried here." The road to the back mountain has long been cleared, it is flat and wide, and the snow on the steps has been swept clean.

Without extensive repairs, a low grave was exposed.

"He didn't like outsiders to disturb him. So he only left a grave bag." Mr. Lu said lightly, looking a little nostalgic.

Guard Lu placed all the items for worship on the table.

The graves were covered with snow, and there was no green at all.

Guard Lu went up and shoveled the snow, revealing the compacted grave mound.

"What do you want to say to Master? Although he died early and never met you, he must have liked you very much." Mr. Lu said with a smile on his eyebrows.

Suisui hesitated a little, what did he say to the grave bag? ?

"Master, your grave is so round and bright, like a bald man."

The scene fell silent.

Mr. Lu took a deep breath.

It's okay, I can eat and sleep, and I will run home when it rains. I can teach and teach, and the future is promising.

At this moment, Lu Weiwei had already lit incense and candles while suppressing his laughter, and placed tributes in front of the grave.

Whole chickens, pig heads, etc. are braised early in the morning.

The snow is filled with the scent of spices.

"Master, since you left, this disciple has not returned home for forty years. Your disciple is not talented, but it does not bring shame to you. Your unfilial disciple has also adopted a little disciple for you. He is four years old, smart and charming. You will definitely like it when you see it." The old man held the incense and said nonchalantly.

"Although you left early, I will fulfill my duty as a senior and teach her well."

"Suisui, please call me Master? If you have any questions, you can tell Master." Mr. Lu lowered his head and asked Suisui.

Suisui blinked her eyes and held a handful of incense: "Master..."

The little guy shouted in a milky voice.

"Master, can I eat your tribute?"

Mr. Lu's face twitched and he said hurriedly: "Master, Suisui has an innocent heart and her heart is good." Although she wants to eat your tribute.

"Let's burn incense. After burning it, we can eat Master's tribute."

Suisui looked at the sky and heard Mr. Lu say that his master was loved by the people throughout his life and was a man of great merit.

A person with great merit should be able to bear it, right?

There was a snap.

The little girl knelt down and kowtowed.

The incense candle in his hand was also inserted into the incense burner.

Sudden...

The originally dark sky suddenly changed drastically.

I saw the dense dark clouds suddenly breaking from the middle, and a ray of rays of light leaked from the mysterious sky.

A ray of light shone from the clouds.

Falling on the grave.

I saw that the bare grave was suddenly covered with greenery and flowers were blooming.

Just in the blink of an eye, the fragrance fills your nostrils.

Lu Weiwei's eyes widened.

Visible to the naked eye, a golden light appeared from the tomb, rising to the sky along with the glow.

"Oh..." Suisui opened her mouth wide.

Master's grave was not exploded.

But Master...is ranked among the Immortal Class!

The master, who originally had great merits, ascended to heaven after she kowtowed.

But in a blink of an eye, the glow disappeared and dark clouds enveloped it again.

Only the flowers on the grave are in full bloom, which makes people unable to recover for a long time.

"This is..." Lu Huowei's throat was dry, and he was frightened by this scene.

Mr. Lu felt that the moment the golden light fell, it seemed that the discomfort all over his body had been dispelled.

That scene was like a dream.

But the flowers all over the floor reminded him that this was all true.

"A miracle, a real miracle." This is not the kind of miracle that Yan Jiaojiao performs on the altar, this is real!

Mr. Lu took a deep breath and looked down at Suisui.

God bless those who are lucky.

He closed his eyes gently, and then said in a serious voice: "Don't reveal anything about what happened today." He looked at the guard beside him, who was a branch of the Lu family, and he was surrounded by trustworthy people.

Lu Weiwei naturally listened to him.

"Can the pig's head be eaten?" Suisui raised her head expectantly.

Miracles are less attractive than a pig's head.

Hey, what a bunch of rubes.

Mr. Lu nodded helplessly and saw the little girl rushing towards the pig's head.

"I would also like to introduce you to our sect."

"Master, there are only two disciples: me and you."

"I have three disciples. From now on, they will call you Junior Uncle. When you come to Beijing in the future, they will kowtow to you when they meet."

"The eldest disciple's surname is Qiao, and he is currently reporting on his duties in the capital. He is upright and an extremely upright person."

"The second disciple was very talented and learned at that time, and he had the merit of following the dragon in the court. He is the old prince of Cheng'enhou Mansion. He has retired over the years and is taking care of his old age in the manor." This is what he taught Yan Jiaojiao for several days. reason.

"The third disciple seems to have been released to serve as an official."

Mr. Lu is old, so the disciples he accepts are naturally quite old. Now they are all the masters of the house, and they are already at the age of grandfathers.

"When you come back to Beijing in the future, they will all have to kowtow in front of you."

Suisui was stunned when she heard the news from Chengenhou Mansion.

It’s really a narrow road between enemies.