"This Zhuo family has two sons as the head of the family, and they live in the East Mansion, so there are more people there. It can almost be said that this family is dominated by the East Mansion. As for the West Mansion here, The only thing is their family, not many people, only his parents, siblings, and a few servants."
Hun Yuanzi pointed towards Zhuo Junyue in front of him, his voice lowered, and said, "As for the reason, you also know it, that's it."
Feng Jiu pursed his lips after hearing this, and naturally understood it after he said this.
The second uncle of Zhuo Junyue who lives in the East Mansion is the real Zhuo family bloodline. It makes sense that he inherits the Zhuo Family Patriarch. Naturally, it is natural for him to live in the East Mansion. However, the West Mansion is too deserted. Walking here, she gave her the feeling that although the West Mansion and the East Mansion existed in the Zhuo Mansion, it was the East and the West, but the West Mansion seemed to be separated and abandoned.
Seeing that this mansion is still like this, how depressing they have to live in it?Does it feel like being under the fence?Thinking that if her master knew that his children and grandchildren lived in this way, they would definitely be very reluctant to blame themselves.
She felt a little heavy, looking at Zhuo Junyue, who was walking slowly in front, at this moment, she finally knew why his temper was so taciturn.
After walking for a while, Zhuo Junyue took them to the hall of the Xifu, and said to the two of them: "Sit down for a while. I will go and meet my father and mother first."
"Go go!" The old man waved his hand, found a place to sit down leisurely, took out the wine gourd and drank, and said to Feng Jiu: "Sit down, don't be restrained, they are from the East House. People rarely come."
Seeing this, Feng Jiu also found a place to sit down, looking at this simple living room, she couldn't help but ask: "Why don't they live out? With Zhuo Junyue's strength, he already has the qualifications to establish a mansion."
"It was his grandmother. His grandmother didn't let them live out. Besides, Jun Yue, his father's talents were not very good, but Jun Yue's younger brother was not bad, but it would be useless to have no mentor." After a sip of wine, he shook his head and said.
Hearing this, Feng Jiu frowned slightly: "How come there is no good teacher? Can the four major sects be evaluated?"
The old man touched his beard and thought for a while: "Didn’t the old man tell you that his brother’s legs were broken when he was born? He has been in a wheelchair?" He turned his eyes and couldn’t remember whether he followed She mentioned it.
Feng Jiu was a little speechless: "Where did you say that? You only told me that he has a younger brother and younger sister, and then said that their family is very poor, and there are only a few people in the family. Living in a small courtyard because of poor health, usually just worship Buddha and reciting sutras. How can these details be mentioned?"
"No? The old man forgot, too, don't remember."
He smiled wryly, and said, "It's not too late to say it! That's it. The talent is good, but a pair of legs is useless. If you can't stand up to worship the teacher, it won't be easy to worship. You say, who wants to take a seat? The person in the wheelchair is a disciple? So he stays at home all the time, his spiritual strength cultivation is not bad, but he is not very good at martial arts."
Feng Jiu glanced at him and didn't speak any more. Instead of asking this unreliable old man, it would be better to wait and see for himself and ask for himself.