Zhu He

When Chang Jiaci came back, Si Si had already fallen into a coma, and when he woke up, he saw a man sitting in a daze beside the bed, his face was inexplicably pale.

Yu Si asked, "What are you thinking?"

Chang Jiaci seemed to be taken aback by her voice, panic flashed across his eyes when he came back to his senses, but the next moment he suppressed his expression, rubbed his face and said: "I, I... I'm looking at the wound on your shoulder , How come it hasn’t healed yet.”

Yu Si smiled: "That's right, my body used to be like this, and it got better slowly. In fact, it doesn't matter what kind of tonic I take."

"How come it's almost the same!" Chang Jiaci said in a deep voice, feeling a little excited again, and quickly squeezed out a smile, "If it's good, let it grow slowly, it will be fine, we are not in a hurry, we are not in a hurry... ..."

As Chang Jiaci said, he tried to recall some rare medicines that Jin Xueli had mentioned to him two days ago: "If it doesn't work, there are Du Heng, Ruomu, Ran Yiyu and fish meat... Let's try one by one, I don't believe it." None of these good things are useless, sister, don’t you think so?”

Facing Shang Chang Jiaci's eyes full of light, Yu Si felt sad, but nodded with a smile on her face.

"Yes, we are not in a hurry..."

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Although it is already the scorching summer of August, cultivators rarely suffer from the cold and heat like ordinary people, especially masters like Dong Qinghe, the change of spring and summer, the sun and the moon are no different from him, but For several days, in the middle of the night, he always felt that the evil fire burned his body, and his whole body was like falling into a charcoal furnace. It was so hot that he could hardly sleep peacefully, which had never happened before.

It's the same tonight, the suffocating dryness envelops Dong Qinghe's whole body from the inside out, if it's just physical torture, it's fine, but he feels that his mood is also very disturbed, especially when he can still smell the smell that is close to him. The herbal medicine and the fresh saponins scented from Chang Jiaci's body after bathing directly aroused Dong Qinghe's body and mind.

Dong Qinghe finally had no choice but to get up when he found that a golden light was emerging from outside his body, which was still extraordinarily bright in the darkness.

Every monk has different abnormalities before ascension, Dong Qinghe doesn't know if this is his own test, he only knows that it is not time to let him do whatever he wants, he has to stabilize himself.

There was a faint sigh in the silent night, and half a while after the door opened and closed, another person who was supposed to be asleep on the bed slowly opened his eyes.

Chang Jiaci frowned and examined for a moment, feeling that Dong Qinghe should have gone far away, so he got out of bed and followed out of the house.

It's just that he didn't seem to have any intention to find out why Dong Qinghe left the house temporarily in the middle of the night, Chang Jiaci breathed a sigh of relief, and then rushed towards the opposite sky.

The moonlight tonight is not very good, illuminating the winding Jiuning Palace brightly and flickering.In a dilapidated courtyard in the palace, the maid who came to help had already fallen asleep, leaving the people in another room alone tossing and turning on the bed tossed by old injuries.

Suddenly the window sill opened, and a black figure rolled in. When the person on the bed felt something was wrong, her neck was tightly strangled by a cold hand. She didn't even utter a groan, and the person fell He was taken away and disappeared in place.

In a deep hole thousands of miles away from Jiu Ning Palace, Shuangmei was thrown on the hard gravel, which made her dizzy.But he didn't care about shouting for pain, his eyebrows were only staring at the dark figure standing in front of him, he couldn't help but back away in fright, screaming incessantly not to kill her.

The black shadow turned his head slightly, allowing the moonlight outside the cave to reflect his faint outline, but his eyebrows looked like Rakshasa.

"You, you...it's you..."

The reason why I am in this situation is because I was murdered by this person. I never thought that he would not let me go. Why, why?

Seeing that her eyes were about to burst, Hei Ying said coldly: "Now, what do I ask and what do you answer? If you answer, I will save your life. Cut off the meat piece by piece and feed it."

While talking, he raised his hand towards his eyebrows, so that he could see the black and red fierce snake gently hovering between his sleeves.

"I, I answer...I answer..." Shuangmei nodded again and again, almost biting her own tongue in anxiety.

"Elder Yu Si in your palace..." Heiying's voice softened for a moment when he said the name, "How did you get to Jiuning Palace back then?"

Shuangmei didn't have the time to think about what this person wanted, but said tremblingly: "She, she was carried back by... Patriarch Ting Hui..." This is something everyone knows.

Hei Ying's tone was not very friendly: "Is that Patriarch Ting Hui treating her well?"

Shuangmei said: "Okay, very good... Patriarch... She is Patriarch's favorite disciple..." But when he finished speaking, someone stomped on his shoulder.

The black shadow was angry: "You lie to me?!"

Her eyebrows and her head hit the stone wall behind her, and she fell with a thud. She cried out in pain: "I, I didn't...I'm telling the truth..."

"Since he is his favorite disciple, why did this ancestor pass on the position of the master of Jiuning Palace to another bitch?" Hei Ying asked fiercely.

Shuangmei said: "Because, because... the ancestor knows that Yu Si will not live long..."

These words seemed to touch the sore spot of Hei Ying, he was about to raise his feet to clean up this nonsense, but he heard his eyebrows struggling and shouting.

"My ancestors, my ancestors have already done their best to her... Even in order to preserve my concubine's life, even the most profound thoughts of Jiuning Palace have been used!"

The black shadow paused: "What kind of mentality? What do you mean?"

Under the signal of the other party, Yu Si carefully knelt again and talked about the ins and outs of the year.

Just like what she said, after the patriarch Ting Hui brought her back to her, she raised her like her own daughter. Although she had other disciples under her seat, she really loved her very much.And Yusi also lived up to the expectations of Tinghui's ancestors. She was talented and hardworking, and she stood out among a group of disciples early on.Anyone who looked at it back then would think that the next palace lord must belong to Yu Si.

Patriarch Tinghui thought so too, she was even ready to pass on the throne before ascending.However, Yu Si, who has excellent comprehension, stagnated strangely after she reached the Nascent Soul Stage, and no matter how ancestor Ren Tinghui guided her to replenish Qi, it didn't work.But the patriarch Tinghui was unwilling to give up. The Jiuning Palace at that time was comparable to Lushan Pavilion and Tianshilou outside, because there was a supreme mental method in the palace to help one's cultivation. As if the flesh and blood had been washed away and replaced again, it became tougher and thicker, and the cultivation base in the body would naturally be doubled, and it was even more remarkable after being researched and changed by the ancestor Ting Hui.

However, this mental method can only be practiced by the palace master, but the ancestor was reluctant to let the concubine who had a bright future fall on the foundation like this, so he made an exception and violated the ancestor's precepts and handed this method to his most beloved disciple.I thought that Yu Si would be able to benefit from it and be reborn, but I didn't expect that Yu Si did get better for a while at first, but she was so weak that she couldn't bear such a profound skill. Almost costing his life, he fell asleep for three years before waking up, and when he woke up, he turned into this dead state.

Seeing that her beloved disciple was exhausted, Patriarch Ting Hui naturally blamed herself. She felt that it was a pity for her, but also felt that she had compiled this exercise too aggressively. If she wanted to meet a disciple with an unstable foundation in the future, it would be a shame. Things would only make people worse, so in grief and anger, they burned all the handed down exercises, and Hua Jiandong, who was later passed on to the throne, didn't even have time to take a look at it.

Before the ancestor ascended, he ordered his disciples to take good care of her. Given her seniority, she shouldn't be at a disadvantage in Jiuning Palace. It's no wonder that the ancestor cared for her too much when he was in power. It is because of her that the congregation lost a set of peerless exercises. Although only the palace master can practice, but if the palace master has a lot of knowledge, the sect will naturally be able to ascend to heaven with chickens and dogs. How can even one of them be able to succeed after the ancestor left? No one on the table?In particular, the palace lord was also poisoned by chaos, and her cultivation was delayed a lot. When she regained her vitality, the Jiuning Palace would no longer be what it used to be.

"In fact, there are still old kung fu compiled by previous generations in the sect. After the ancestor left, other martial uncles also practiced it secretly. Things are really domineering, if there are no seniors to teach them, this exercise will reverse to the point where the muscles and veins will be reversed, and the bones and blood will be completely broken, and finally they will find their own death..."

Hearing Shuangmei's words, the face of the man in black became fierce, and he knew that all the back and forth accounts were all blamed on Yu Si's head in the end, blame the ancestor's partiality, blame the lost skills, and blame the sect Those who are down and out, and those who blame so many uncles for taking their lives, and those who blame themselves for their bad luck... In short, if there is no concubine, there will be no aggrieved Jiuning Palace today, so how can concubine live a good life.

However, Yu Si is a nostalgic person. Her ancestors have kindness to her, and she feels ashamed of her sect. No matter how wronged she is, she sticks to her place and refuses to leave, just to repay this favor.

The more Hei Ying thought about it, the worse his complexion became, and seeing the shrinking eyebrows, he remembered that she was also one of those horrible and disgusting faces, so he threw his sleeve over, knocking him to the ground, and the snake in his sleeve was also entangled on her neck.

The eyebrows were twisted and screamed hoarsely, but the black shadow watched coldly, and said after a long time: "Jiao Jiao, don't kill me, I have something to ask her later."

After saying that, the little snake jumped down from her neck, and looking at her eyebrows, her face was blue with black, and her pupils were gray, obviously poisoned.

"no, do not want……"

She crawled to the foot of the black shadow and begged for mercy with difficulty.

Hei Ying didn't even look at her, turned around and walked out.

"You can take it slowly here, and come back when I remember what else I want to ask."

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After leaving the forest, the sky was still dark and vast. Chang Jiaci looked up for a while, but instead of going back to the Qinghe Gate, he attracted clouds to float around.

He floated over Xiaoping Mountain, Pingxu River, and Banlun Peak... Finally, he realized that he was in a strange street, not from the world of comprehension, but from the world of humans.

The human world... I haven't been back to the human world for a long time. The last time I came, it was a play to sneak into the Qinghemen, so seeing this small street feels like a world away.

The sky was faintly white, the shops on the street hadn't opened yet, but the small stalls on the side of the road had already been set up, Chang Jiaci's appearance naturally attracted attention, several people on the street were all secretly looking at him, and He was looking at a dim sum stall at the end of the street.

The stall was an eight or nine-year-old child and a seventeen or eighteen-year-old young woman. The two looked very similar, and one could tell their relationship at a glance.

The young woman had a big belly and was struggling to start the stove. Seeing this, the young man quickly took the fan from her hand to help. The young woman smiled beside her and gently took out a handkerchief to wipe his sweat.

Chang Jiaci looked at the two, and couldn't help but another hazy memory appeared in front of his eyes.

It was the first time Chang Jiaxi was allowed to see her after she married into the Liang Mansion. It was New Year's Eve, and the whole Liang Mansion was decorated with lights and festoons, but my sister and I were arranged to meet under an old poplar tree at the back door.The whistling cold wind was blowing Chang Jiaci's thin old clothes, Chang Jiaxi felt distressed when he saw it, and wanted to take off the jacket on his body, but his younger brother stopped him.

"I don't need it, I don't need it, sister, I'm not cold..." Chang Jiaci's eyes glistened with joyful enthusiasm, and he handed over all the heavy burdens in his hands, and said happily, " Sister, I have prepared a lot of things, I collected these tonics for your miscarriage, and the gadgets inside are for my future little nephew, please accept them quickly."

Taking advantage of no one, Chang Jiaxi covered his brother's red ears with his cuffs, and said distressedly: "Okay, okay...Actually, I have everything here, as long as you take care of yourself, my sister will be at ease."

"I'm pretty good. I can earn money by writing and selling paintings now, even better than Lian Tang."

Chang Jiaci was about to talk to his sister about his progress during this period, when a young boy walked over arrogantly.

"Mrs. Chang, Mr. Liu is here. Mrs. Master reminds you not to miss the auspicious time."

"What auspicious time?" Chang Jiaci was surprised.

The servant glanced at him: "It's an auspicious time to see the hexagram."

"What hexagrams are you looking at? Why does my sister want to read the hexagrams?" Chang Jiaci asked again.

The servant said impatiently: "It's not for Mrs. Chang, but for the young master in her stomach."

Chang Jiaci looked at the silent elder sister, and then at the boy: "How do you know it's the young master? What if it's a young lady?"

The servant didn't return, he just smiled disdainfully, smiling until Chang Jiaci understood.

Changfu's move means that they only want a boy. If the elder sister is pregnant with a girl, she will either not have to give birth, or she will give birth in vain.

Chang Jiaci was so angry that his eyes turned red all of a sudden. He was about to explode when someone shook his hand. Chang Jiaxi shook his head at him from the sidelines.

Chang Jiaci's chest felt tight, and finally he could only grit his teeth and say, "Then I'll go with your Madam Chang!"