The abandoned son of a wealthy family always wants to become a monk and fortune-telling

Shang Jing had some insomnia tonight, and Yan Jiu's dying look flashed before his eyes in a daze.

At 12 o'clock in the middle of the night, there was a knock on the door outside Shangzhai.

After a while, the spirit attendant came to Shang Jing's bedside and reported:

"The head of the family is a disciple of Zhaoyao Mountain."

With that said, the spirit attendant handed a letter to Shang Jing:

"Master, Master Zhaoyao Mountain has written you a letter."

Shang Jing took the letter and saw a faint golden light on the seal of the letter paper.

Sure enough, it was the owner of Swaggering Mountain himself, not a counterfeit.

After opening the letter, the letter mentioned the origin of red branches and Zhao Yao. Then the mountain owner asked Shang Jing to release the red branches and hand them over to Zhao Yao's disciples to take back to Zhao Yao Mountain. Zhao Yao would personally discipline them.

Shang Jing waved his hand towards the spiritual attendant and said without any care:

"Then let go of the grass in the interrogation room."

The red twig thing is not a big deal in the first place, so there is no need to get hung up on red twigs and swagger.

The two disciples of Zhaoyao received the red branch and secretly sent it to Yanjiu's house.

These two reliable disciples were about to run away, but they were politely stopped by their young master Yanjiu:

"Two handsome guys, please wait a moment. I have something to ask you for help."

The two disciples quickly waved their hands: "Little Master, no no, don't be so polite. If you have something to say, we will definitely do what we can." Just run if you can't do it.

Yanjiu first asked the two disciples to sit down, and then made tea for them.

The mighty white tiger lay beside the window and spoke seriously:

"This is the first time Yanjiu has made tea for a guest. I usually make the tea."

Hearing this, the two disciples were even more frightened: "Little Master, please don't scare us."

Yanjiu patted his disciple's shoulder in a good-tempered manner, and asked politely:

"Have you two ever committed suicide?"

No matter how polite Yanjiu's tone was, the question itself was already rude.

One of the disciples quickly waved his hand: "Practitioners do not kill."

Another disciple was a bit embarrassed:

"Master, monks don't lie.

To be honest, I killed someone before I joined Swagger.

But I killed bad guys, I only killed one, and I confessed to the master at the mountain gate. "

Hearing this, Yanjiu smiled even more cordially:

"It's okay, don't be nervous, we don't have so many rules for showing off.

He doesn't stop drinking, sex, anger and infatuation.

In this way, you can do me one thing. Can you go to Yan Yang's house and help me tie up a person named Yan Yang?

Of course, if you are discovered, I will deal with the aftermath for you and will never involve you. "

The disciple breathed a sigh of relief and patted his chest:

"Little Master, you really scared me to death. I thought it was something serious.

Our warlock world doesn’t have as many rules as society does, so tying someone up is not a big deal.

Besides, those in the Yu family are all idiots.

Don't worry, young master, I will definitely help you kidnap the person. "

Yan Jiu’s peach blossom eyes are curved into a very beautiful shape:

"Thank you so much. Who is your master? I want to write you a letter of praise..."

Finally, that disciple went out to kidnap people with great courage and high spirits. The young master wanted to give him some letters of praise.

……

The next day, Shen Shian's tavern was closed for rest again. The door was closed but the lights were on.

Yu Yang's hands were tied behind his back, and a gag talisman was taped to his mouth.

He fell to the ground and looked at Yanjiu who was sitting on a chair drinking tea, very unbelievable.

Is it the illegitimate son of the Bai family? Shang Jing’s new toy?

What was he tying himself up for? How could he have the guts to tie himself up?

Yu Yang's heart was racing, and he was extremely furious. He was tied up by Yanjiu. This was an extremely shameful thing.

But when it comes to fear, Yu Yang is really not afraid.

He expected that Yan Jiu would not dare to do anything to him. If Yan Jiu really did something rough to him, the Yu family would not let Yan Jiu go.

Therefore, even though he was pressed against his mouth, Yu Yang was still unruly.

Yanjiu lifted the talisman on Yu Yang's mouth and asked Yu Yang with a smile:

"Do you know why I brought you here?"

Yu Yang's mouth was free, and he began to curse:

"What the hell? Yanjiu, I advise you to let me go, otherwise my family will have to kill you if they find me.

I am the legitimate son, you are an illegitimate son..."

Seeing that Yu Yang's scolding became more and more unpleasant, the disciple Yu Yang kidnapped quickly stood up and looked at Yu Yang with a fierce look:

"Don't talk dirty to our young master.

When I kidnapped you, I carried out anti-tracking processing so your family couldn't find you.

Unless you are turned into ashes and sent home, you won't be able to reunite with your family. "

Yu Yang's legs were shaking. He pointed at the inkstone and whispered:

"Little Master? Yanjiu, you are shameless. Have you joined some kind of evil cult?"

At this time, the disciple stood up again, and he replied to Yu Yang full of energy:

“We are not a cult, we are ostentatious, we are a formal Taoist temple licensed by our family, we have a business license and a Taoist certificate.

We are also the largest Taoist temple in the country, with many believers and strong incense.

You will be punished by God for falsely accusing us like this.

He will be condemned by the entire warlock community. "

In fact, Yu Yang already knew the status of Zhaoyao Mountain in the world of warlocks, without the disciple having to say much.

Therefore, Yu Yang was even more shocked at this time. He stretched out his finger and pointed at Yan Jiu, and his voice began to break.

"Yanjiu, you, are you a disciple of Swagger?"

Yanjiu did not hide it: "Yes, I have been a disciple of Swagger for many years."

Yu Yang reacted with difficulty with his somewhat confused mind. Because he has been a disciple of Zhao Zhao for many years, Yanjiu is of a high rank, ranking as a junior master?

Yu Yang knew very well that if Yanjiu was really the young master of Zhaoyao Mountain, things would not be that simple.

Zhaoyao Mountain is not something that a middle-class family in Yanyang can afford.

Zhao Yao represents the entire outside world. Zhao Yao's disciples are not bound by worldly conventions. The key is that Zhao Yao Mountain specifically protects its shortcomings.

Even if Yanjiu is an illegitimate child, as a disciple of Swagger, he can easily get rid of the constraints given by the world.

At this time, Yu Yang was still thinking about the so-called class and the so-called strength and weakness. He was too slow to think about why Yan Jiu tied him up.

Yanjiu yawned. He didn't have the patience to keep looking at Yu Yang's face. He preferred to finish the work quickly so that he could go back and meet Zhou Gong.

Yanjiu: "Yu Yang, someone wants to see you."

Yu Yang still looked aloof: "Who wants to see me?"

"Me." Following a charming female voice, what appeared in Yu Yang's field of vision was the red branch he was chasing recently.

Struggling with the rope that tied his arms, Yu Yang seemed to see a savior:

"Hongzhi, help me untie the rope quickly."

Hongzhi laughed mockingly: "I finally tied you up, but now you tell me to let you go. Are you kidding me?"

Yu Yang was stunned: "Hongzhi, what do you mean?"

Hongzhi knelt down and her eyes were level with Yu Yang's. Hongzhi slid her bright red nails across Yang's throat and asked in the softest tone:

"Yu Yang, do you remember Xie Shan?"

Yu Yang frowned. The name sounded familiar, but he still couldn't remember it:

"Xie Shan? Who is Xie Shan? I don't know her."

After laughing twice sharply, Hongzhi threw a newspaper in front of Yu Yang angrily. She asked Yu Yang:

"What about now? Do you remember now?"

Yu Yang looked at the newspaper and recalled some past events a few years ago. He said nonchalantly:

"Xie Shan, come to think of it, she couldn't afford it at that time. She was so petty. No matter how big the deal was, she would have to live or die."

Hongzhi, who has been in the world for several years, feels particularly ironic.

When Hongzhi first transformed into the world, she believed in human beings. She believed whatever others said. She felt that the world should be beautiful.

But Yu Yang, an extremely dirty man, allowed Hongzhi to see a real corner of the world.

It turns out that only the victim will remember the hurt and remain in pain.

As for the perpetrator, it was as if nothing had happened and he was still living a good life.

Why, why is this world so unfair?

Hongzhi took out the dagger she had prepared earlier and placed the tip of the dagger on Yu Yang's throat.

Yu Yang finally started to be afraid: "Hong, Hongzhi, what do you want to do?"

Hongzhi pointed at the uncoded young girl's face in the newspaper and looked at Yu Yang resentfully:

“This girl, this girl is my best friend and my savior.

As you humans would say, her life is just beginning to blossom.

But just because of you, this scumbag, everything is ruined. "

Hongzhi stared straight into Yu Yang's frightened eyes. The world did not pronounce fair and strict judgments, so she would pronounce the judgment:

"Yu Yang, atone for your sins. It's all your own fault.

I hope that at the cost of your life, you will fall into the abyss of endless regret. "

Hongzhi stared into Yu Yang's eyes and stabbed the dagger into Yu Yang's throat, and the blood flowed slowly.

Red branches are ghost grass, which can confuse people's minds.

When she killed Yu Yang, she kept staring at Yu Yang's eyes, which actually slowed down Yu Yang's thinking time.

At the moment of death, Yu Yang's time was stretched infinitely.

He will always be struggling with the fear of death, but he cannot wait for death.

This is Hongzhi's punishment for Yang.

Yu Yang was twitching on the ground, twitching... and gradually he stopped moving.

Hongzhi squatted on the ground and cried loudly. Yu Yang was dead, but her best friend was also gone.

Grass and trees are merciless, but the little grass Red Branch has shed many tears that no human being can shed in a lifetime.

Yanjiu stood beside Hongzhi and patted Hongzhi's shoulder gently:

"Hongzhi, actually Xie Shan, no, it should be Xie Ling, your friend, she is not dead."