Everyday people say bad things about my young master [Cultivation]

In Wenjia Biezhuang, Mengshan Town, several women spread out their clothes and hung them to dry on bamboo poles in the yard.

After drying the clothes, one of the women carried the wooden basin in which the clothes were placed into her arms, "Su Niang, are you going back to watch rice porridge?"

The woman who stepped out of the courtyard looked back, smiled and nodded.

Another woman poked her head out from behind the bamboo pole on which her clothes were hung, and said, "Su Niang, I asked Ergou to leave something for you two, remember to go to the kitchen to get it."

The woman who stepped out of the courtyard showed a grateful expression.It could be seen that she wanted to speak, but a whirring sound came from her throat.The women in the drying yard obviously knew about the woman and were familiar with each other, and waved to her.

When the woman who left first came out of the courtyard, the women who were also servants of Wen's Biezhuang whispered:

"Hey, my son has some strange disease, and she is also dumb."

"That's right, Mi Congee's father doesn't know where he is, so he left the two of them here."

"Maybe it's a heartless man, my wife hates this kind of man the most!"

Su Niang came to Wen's Biezhuang half a year ago, bringing her son who had fallen asleep with a strange disease.It happened that Wen's Biezhuang was recruiting servants, and the housekeeper was quite kind. He took pity on Su Niang's mother and son, so he bought the servants and asked Su Niang to do some rough work.

The women in the laundry room spent a few days with Su Niang. Although Su Niang could not speak, they could not understand even if they gestured back and forth when communicating with them.But Su Niang's situation can be seen at a glance, the dumb mother is dragging her son to make a living, Zhou Ma, who are also mothers, and the servants of the Wen family can't bear Su Niang, so they take more care of Su Niang.

At this time, Su Niang went to the kitchen and took two tea eggs left by Zhou's mother's son Er Gou's.

Er Gou listened to his mother's words and helped Su Niang fill up the water in the tank. Before leaving, he said, "Aunt Su, call me if you need something."

Su Niang nodded, closed the courtyard door after the dog left on Tuesday, entered the house, and locked the door again.

After locking the door, Su Niang put the tea eggs on the wooden table. Her rice porridge doesn't like eggs at all, and she has a very picky mouth.At that time, she really disliked that children can only grow well if they eat a balanced diet, and forced them to eat rice porridge and vegetables.Now, looking at her son lying on the bed with her eyes closed, Su Niang silently sat down beside the bed and wiped her son's face with a cotton napkin.

The boy lying on the bed looked no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, his loose hair covered most of his face, only his sharp chin was exposed.

Su Niang wiped her son's face, took the man's hand out from under the quilt, and put it on his pulse.

A village woman who brought her son to Wen's Biezhuang to ask for a meal, of course, would not do such a thing.But Su Niang did, and now according to her pulse, Mi Congee's physical condition is much better, but she doesn't know when she will wake up.

Su Niang sighed slightly, "My son..."

"Mother, dear."

The voice was very weak, so weak that it was lighter than the wind, making Su Niang think she heard it wrong.The always demure woman opened her eyes wide, carefully looked at her son lying on the bed, and held the boy's hand behind her back, "Mother is here."

Su Niang can speak.

After the mother's kiss, the boy on the bed fell silent. Su Niang was disappointed, even her smile was a little bit bitter, she stretched out her hand to straighten her son's hair, "Mother won't care about you, wake up soon."

"Really?"

The boy's voice sounded again in the quiet room, and Su Niang's eyes turned red in an instant, "Stinky boy, why don't you just wait for your mother's words!"

"Don't dare, dare not." A certain person hurriedly begged for forgiveness, and then woke up, and what caught her eyes was her mother with tears rolling in her eyes.

"Son, this is not good." He said.

When the sleeping son woke up, Su Niang was very happy, but she didn't know what she thought of, and after hearing her son's words, she felt sad, she gritted her teeth hard, and didn't let the tears flow out.

"Mom, I've been sleeping for a long time, I'm a little hungry." The boy said.

"Wait." Su Niang put her hand on the center of her son's eyebrows, and most of the worry that seemed to be absent between the brows dissipated in an instant, and she got up and went to the kitchen.

The boy lay on the bed, listening to his mother's footsteps going away.

It should be far away, the boy thought in his heart.

He frowned on his originally calm face, but suddenly he fell off the bed, and his whole body rolled to the ground.His hands and feet didn't listen to him, they were twitching slightly, and the convulsions became more and more uncontrollable, the veins stretched on his wrists, and his originally fair face was blue and white, as if he was enduring great pain.

"You can still speak, so filial, tsk tsk." Someone said in the empty room, but the tone didn't sound like praise, but irony.

"The old man is also very moved when he looks at it." While talking, a ghostly figure appeared beside the bed.The middle-aged man looked down at someone huddled together.

"It seems that only your mother and son survived in the Zhuo family. It's so miserable. Such a big family business will be gone if it is gone."

"The Wen family has put in a lot of effort in destroying the Zhuo family. Madam brought you here to avenge your family by killing the Wen family's thieves."

"It's a pity..." The man said with doubts in his eyes, "Your current cultivation level may not even be able to beat the Wen family's handyman."

"It's so pitiful." The man sighed to himself.

"I should call you Young Master Zhuo, but besides Mrs. Zhuo and your mother, what else do you have? The Zhuo family disappeared half a year ago."

"Hehe." The boy twitched the corner of his mouth.The man in purple clothes who looked like a ghost said so much, and he responded with a smile twice.

"Still stubborn." The man in purple said, "Let's take Mrs. Zhuo away as soon as possible. I don't think there will be anyone in your Zhuo family anymore."

In the second half of the sentence, the man said a little more compassionately.One year ago, the Zhuo family was one of the eight great immortal cultivating families. Half a year later, the Zhuo family raised monsters themselves.

Zhuo Junsheng, the young master of the Zhuo family, was born to be the favored son of heaven. His talent for cultivation vaguely has the aura of No. 1 in the list of talents in the world of cultivating immortals, but he is not strong enough due to his age.

The world is impermanent, and even the man in purple would never have imagined that the young master of the Zhuo family, who was once proud and dazzling like a golden sun, would curl up in pain, sweating coldly in pain.The flying spirit was replaced by the pain of today, and he no longer had the grandeur of the young master of the past.

But no matter how pitiful it is, it is someone else's business, and the man in purple will lose his pity in an instant.He also wants to live, but it's just a ghost in the utensils. Seizing Zhuo Junran seems to be a good choice for him.

"That's a lot of nonsense." Zhuo Junsheng said coldly, his eyebrows and eyes still sharp.He clasped his hands hard on his chest, forming a claw shape, as if no matter how hard he tried, he would break his chest open.

It hurts so much that I want to dig out my heart, liver and lungs.

For some reason, looking at Zhuo Junsheng, the purple-clothed man suddenly had this sentence in his heart.Looking at the young man's expression, the man knew that this feeling did not come out of thin air, but that Zhuo Junsheng was suffering from the curse.

The Zhuo family members are all dead, and if they can survive, apart from luck, there will always be some price to pay.

Of course Zhuo Junsheng was no exception.

"You don't have the strength to suppress the Dragon and Scorpion Heart Devouring Curse right now, why don't you hand over your body to me, I promise to pull out that little scorpion and fry it for you." The man squatted down and said next to Zhuo Junsheng.

"What senior said is really good, it's better to kill Wen's family and drink." Zhuo Junsheng said.

"It's a bit difficult now, but it's not impossible in the future." The man said.

Zhuo Junsheng blinked, "Senior said yes. But I don't need to worry about the things I can do in the future."

Hiss, after saying such a long sentence, the painful Zhuo Juncheng gasped.

"Children can't be taught!" Zhuo Junsheng was in so much pain that he used empty words to scold him, but he lived up to the surname Zhuo.

"Senior, if you want to seize the house, you can come and get it."

Zhuo Junsheng had a handsome face, endured the crushing pain from his limbs, and still smiled.

Hey, this surprised the man. He had seen this young master of the Zhuo family before, and he always felt that he was a little different from now. Just this smile alone gave him a three-point evil spirit.

Sure enough, the good boy turned bad after being tortured like this.The man sighed in his heart, and said: "If you say let me get it, the old man will not be polite."

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