Chapter 348: The Dying
Master Mao didn’t say much about Jiang Wan, maybe that’s all he knew.
However, another member, Lao She, provided other new information.
It’s about Prince Zhou.
Previously, the prince went to Shiwanda Mountain to look for the dragon clan, and accidentally discovered the secret mausoleum of the First Emperor, so the emperor sent some more experts to investigate.
It's just now and there is no progress.
On the contrary, someone within the Tianyao Sect secretly contacted the prince, cooperated with him, and planned to take advantage of the sect master's absence to donate all the secretly hidden ghost energy in the forbidden area of the Tianyao Sect.
As for the special effects of Nether Demon Qi, the current research on it is still not deep.
But that does not hinder its importance.
Whether the Luo family secretly used it for resurrection experiments, or the Blackwater organization secretly researched it, or Liu Wuxu, a man in Qingzhou who disguised himself as a woman, used the blood of thousands of people to refine the ghostly evil spirit, All show the preciousness of this thing.
If it is thoroughly studied, it is very likely to change the world.
Currently only the Heavenly Demon Sect has it.
If you really offer up the secretly hidden ghost energy, it will undoubtedly be a huge bargaining chip.
As for who the monster is in secret contact with the prince, it is not yet known, but it also shows that Qu Hongling, the young sect leader, is in an increasingly bad situation within the sect.
Leaving the restaurant, Nightingale stopped Mei Niang halfway.
"It's late at night, do you, Miss Nightingale, plan to do some fun things in the boudoir with Mei Niang?"
Mei Niang joked.
Nightingale stared into the other person’s eyes and said calmly:
“You are so familiar with the Ran family, which means that you have a close relationship with the Ran family. I want to know what will happen to you if the imperial guards take action. Can you save them?"
"Ha..., this is really a joke."
Mei Niang had a coquettish figure, twisted her slender waist and came to Nightingale, mockingly saying, "Why should I be asked to save Ran's family? Am I your Nightingale's dog, just follow your orders?"
Nightingale. Said: "It can be exchanged, what do you want?"
Mei Niang looked at Nightingale's thick black robe, her eyes were burning: "Okay, then you might as well take off your clothes and let me see, what's under this robe Is your body beautiful?”
“You really don’t know how to write the word ‘death’.”
The nightingale’s beautiful eyes flashed with cold light.
Mei Niang sarcastically said: "Look, I told you the conditions, but unfortunately you don't agree, so how can I cooperate with you?"
She leaned close to Nightingale's ear and murmured: "Sister Nightingale, Some people you can't save, they deserve to die."
Meiniang raised her chest and walked away.
After walking a few steps, she turned around and looked at Nightingale again. She lifted up her clothes, completely revealing her jade-white skin, and giggled: "Sister Nightingale, do you think I'm beautiful? I'm just like that. If you like to let others see it, why don’t you try it too?”
“Bitch!”
Nightingale flashed and disappeared.
"Bitch..."
Mei Niang's eyes were blurred, and she climbed to the roof of a nearby restaurant, looking at the noisy and drinking men in the night market in the distance, squinting her eyes and murmuring She said, "I like being a slut so much."
As she said that, she took off her clothes, opened her arms, and enjoyed the extremely pleasant stimulation.
Then he took out the mallet to hit the wooden fish.
The woman sat on her back at the corner of the eaves, biting a strand of hair in her mouth...
...
Avoiding the secret guard, the promiscuous woman sneaked back into her own room in Ran Mansion.
She took off the fox mask on her face, pulled up her hair, and put on her usual plain and conservative dress, regaining her previous image of the dignified and elegant lady of Ranfu.
“Where have you been? I couldn’t find you before.”
Head Ran Jinyi opened the door and asked.
The man was drunk and smelled heavily of alcohol.
Zuo Su said calmly: "I went to the ancestral hall to chant sutras and pray for Qingchen."
"What can I do to pray for that broom star!"
Ran Jinyi He waved his hand and knocked a vase on the table next to him to the ground. He said angrily with a red and drunken face, "Didn't she do enough harm to our family? This is a broom star!"
Zuo Su twitched the corner of his mouth and said leisurely: "Go to the old lady's house and scold her. After all, the old lady is responsible for all this."
Ran Jinyi clenched his fists and opened his mouth but did not say anything. loose the temper.
He sat slumped on the chair, inserted his fingers into the messy hair, and murmured painfully: "I did this to dye my family. Why doesn't my mother understand? I don't want to do this either, but I...I'm really afraid of death."
Zuo Su was too lazy to comfort this useless man and asked the maid to bring a bowl of medicinal food from the kitchen. After taking it, he said, "I'll go see the old lady and give her some advice. She."
"Madam, please give me some good advice and say more good things to..."
Before Ran Jinyi finished speaking, the woman had already walked out of the house.
The man leaned back weakly on the chair, looking lost.
Zuo Su came to the hut where old lady Ran was resting.
The once energetic old lady was now lying on the bed like a skin and bones, so thin that she was almost unrecognizable.
Zuo Su put down the medicine bowl, picked up a soft pillow next to it, and gently placed it on the back of the old lady's head to raise it a little higher. He picked up the medicinal meat porridge, took a spoonful of it, blew on it, and handed it to The old lady said softly: "Old lady, eat something first."
Old Mrs. Ran shook her head slightly, raised her trembling hand like a dead tree, and pushed the spoon away.
Some medicinal soup was sprinkled on his face.
Zuo Su looked at her silently, his eyes looking a bit dark under the flickering dim light.
"What? I'm afraid that my daughter-in-law will be poisoned."
Zuo Su put the medicine bowl back on the table, took out a handkerchief and wiped the medicine soup on the old man's face, and said sarcastically.
The old lady ran looked at the wall absentmindedly, not knowing what she was thinking.
"Some things in this world seem to be marked with retribution. Do you think we have received retribution?"
Zuo Su said with a smile.
Old lady Ran said in a weak voice: "You shouldn't have encouraged Jin Yi to do that, it would have ruined Qingchen."
"Oh."
The woman said indifferently.
She threw the handkerchief on the ground casually, hooked a small stool with her feet and placed it next to the bed.
Then the woman sat on the bench, holding her chin in her hands, looking directly at the old lady's thin profile: "Mother-in-law, why do you think we destroyed Qingchen? Why not you? And besides Qingchen, who else have you destroyed?"
The old lady closed her eyes, looking lonely.
Zuo Su laughed: "Actually, it's quite interesting to fight with an old fox like you. I used to be really afraid of you. But now everyone in the Ran family is like this, and I'm too lazy to pretend. Unfortunately, You are really at your wits end.”
Old Mrs. Ran murmured: "The emperor will not let our Ran family go. If you want to leave, leave as soon as possible and live the life you like."
"Leave?"
Zuo Su's expression showed a hint of ferocity, "How could I be willing to leave without seeing you die with my own eyes? How could I be willing to leave without seeing your favorite granddaughter destroyed? Don't worry, I won't follow you stupidly. The Ran family is going to the underworld together."
Old Mrs. Ran turned her head hard, looked at her excited daughter-in-law, and said weakly: "Su'er, if it happened again, I would still choose you to be our Ran family. "My daughter-in-law."
"Then I am really unlucky for eight lifetimes."
The woman sneered.
"But, I will no longer restrain you. You are free to do whatever you want, even if you don't want to stay at Ran's house... I just want you to leave that home."
The old lady said slowly, "A person's whole life is nothing more than living for himself. Your whole life, you are living for others. It's too tiring, really too tiring."
Zuo Su's delicate body trembled , The jade fingers clenched the dress tightly, and the veins on the back of the hands popped out. "Shut up!"
Zuo Su stood up and grabbed the old man's neck.
But then, she separated as if she was electrocuted, staggered back two steps, and looked at the coughing old lady with complex eyes, showing hatred, pity and joy.
“It’s so disgusting to be pretentious!”
Zuo Su turned around to leave.
"If you see Qingchen, tell her...don't hate that child Jiang Mo."
The old lady said, "If you meet Jiang Mo, tell him not to hate Qingchen, even if Qingchen does something wrong. Sometimes if you miss it, you will never see it again."
Zuo Su He paused and walked out of the house.
The woman closed the door, looked up at the moonlight obscured by thick dark clouds, and laughed at herself: "When people are about to die, their words are also kind. One day when I die, will I be kind again? "
The woman suddenly cursed in a low voice: "What qualifications does Jiang Mo have to deserve Qingchen!"
——
Time passes silently.
There is only one day left before Feng Yichen comes back.
On the top of Qiushi Mountain where the cool breeze blows, handsome boys and girls cuddle up together, admiring the mountain scenery.
After Yelu Miaomiao left, Qu Hongling stayed by the man's side almost all the time. She slept under the quilt at night and took the man around to play during the day. That was called happiness.
The happier she is, the more regretful the girl is about her stupid choice.
The happiness at your fingertips can be shared with others.
So these two days, the girl cherishes them even more.
After all, after leaving Zhenxuan Mountain, I don’t know who the next woman will be.
“Sneeze!”
The man rubbed his nose and muttered, “I feel like someone has been scolding me these past few days.”
"It must be Miaomiao."
Qu Hongling rested her little head in the man's arms, squinting her almond-shaped eyes and saying with a smile, "And my ears are a little hot too. I guess that girl is envious now. , He is scolding me for occupying Brother Jiang."
Jiang Shouzhong rubbed the girl's smooth face and said with a smile, "Maybe that's true."
< br>Qu Hongling curled up her long legs and hummed: "You can't blame me for this. She wanted to leave on her own."
Seeing that the man didn't speak and was looking at the clouds in the distance, Qu Hongling Ling put his arms around the opponent's neck, tilted his charming little head, and pretended to be resentful:
"Someone is holding a girl in his arms but thinking about someone else. He is really an infatuated prodigal."
Jiang Shouzhong came back to his senses, looked at the girl's small face as big as a palm, and his eyes fell on the slightly Her pursed cherry lips subconsciously wanted to lower her head for a kiss.
As a result, the girl turned her head away angrily.
The man kissed me on the face.
"Qingchen is a big vinegar jar, and you are a small vinegar jar."
Jiang Shouzhong pinched the tip of the girl's nose lovingly and said with a smile, "Why didn't you realize that my Hong'er was so jealous before?"
Qu Hongling snorted coldly: "There were no other women around you before. .”
“You blame me?”
Jiang Shouzhong seemed to be smiling.
“It’s not your fault, is it...”
The girl turned her head away, but was too aggrieved to speak out, so she buried her head in the man's warm arms and remained silent.
Jiang Shouzhong stopped teasing her, slid his palms skillfully into the other party's clothes, and said softly: "I said, Hong'er is always the most special one in my heart, and no one can replace her. No matter what, Hong'er is the most special one in my heart. , you are always my first wife."
Qu Hongling's delicate body trembled slightly.
She raised her blushing cheeks and grabbed the man's mischievous hand.
The girl stretched out her young little finger and gently scratched the other person’s cheek, her eyes as charming as silk:
"Miaomiao is right. Brother Xiao Jiang's greatest ability is to talk sweetly and have a sweet mouth. It seems sincere, but in fact it is not sincere at all. However, I like to hear it."
"Whether you have a sweet mouth or not, you have to Please verify more.”
Jiang Shouzhong didn’t let the other party escape this time, lowering his head and pinning the girl’s lips.
The fallen leaves are flying in Qiushi Mountain, and the golden and red pieces are intertwined, just like the most delicate brushstrokes between heaven and earth, adding a bit of warmth and romance unique to autumn to this scene.
……
Because they were on someone else's territory, Jiang Shouzhong didn't want to be too wild in the wild. The two just chatted with each other for a while, then held hands and continued to play around.
Arrived at the junction of Xia Yan Mountain, Jiang Shouzhong saw Fang Ziheng taking his little book boy, standing in front of a monument and looking at it in trance.
“What are you looking at?”
Jiang Shouzhong came over and asked curiously.
Fang Ziheng was startled and saw that it was Jiang Shouzhong and Qu Hongling. His nervous expression relaxed a little, but then he became cautious again and quickly saluted: "Mr. Jiang, Miss Qu."
After learning that Jiang Shouzhong passed the ninth-level trial, the young master of Famous Sword Villa was completely stunned.
It took two days to accept the result.
Recalling that when the two met for the first time, the other person was just a little six-door dark lamp who didn't know how to practice.
Now, the other party is already standing on the top of the mountain.
And myself...
Fang Ziheng felt hard to describe.
Comparing people with each other makes people angry.
"If there is Tao in the world, how can a saint be born? If there is no Tao in the world, how can a saint be born..."
Jiang Shouzhong came to the stone tablet, read the two lines of words engraved on the stone tablet, and asked doubtfully He asked, "What do you mean?"
Fang Ziheng smiled and explained: "In peaceful and prosperous times, saints can achieve great things. But in troubled times, saints can protect themselves."
"Utilitarianism."
Jiang Shouzhong commented.
Fang Ziheng frowned, feeling that the other party's statement was inappropriate, but he did not dare to argue more, and whispered: "My sister-in-law said before that saints are born to save and rule the world."
"Your sister-in-law?"
In front of Jiang Shouzhong's eyes appeared the charming housewife he met when he went to Mingjian Villa to borrow a sword.
He had a very bad impression of that woman.
But later I heard that the woman was dead.
Perhaps guessing what Jiang Shouzhong was thinking, Fang Ziheng explained: "What Mr. Jiang saw at that time was the new wife my eldest brother married. My eldest brother had an original wife who died many years ago."< br>
“Oh, that’s right.”
Jiang Shouzhong was stunned and asked casually, “How did your sister-in-law die?”
A trace of sadness appeared on Fang Ziheng's expression, and he said sadly: "Because of the difficult delivery, the child was saved, but the sister-in-law failed to survive. The saddest thing is that the child was also lost."
The child was lost?
Jiang Shouzhong suddenly thought of Yan Changqing.
I think back then, my master’s daughter was also lost and I had to look for her for twenty years.
(End of this chapter)