The cub with the fairy ran away

Last night, Jiang Suilan and Kuang Yang returned to the inn from the martial arts field, Xiao Er prepared hot water for them to bathe in, and politely told them to rest as soon as possible.

After washing, Jiang Suilan folded his clothes and lay on the bed, caressing his lower abdomen, talking in a rambling manner, talking about what happened today, saying that he saw his father... although it was in the painting.He laughed again, and said softly, "I wonder when you will see me?"

It will be soon.

Pregnant for ten months, for a monk whose lifespan is thousands of times longer than ordinary people, sometimes it is just a short retreat.

Jiang Suilan closed his eyes.

The sword dance in the martial field made most of his drunkenness dissipate, and now he is lying like this, not sleepy at all, but suddenly remembered the paintings that Song Congdu drew.

From the perception in the painting, Song Congdu still loves Jiang Wei undiminished after he knew he was pregnant, so this conflicts with what Kuang Yang said.Today in the deserted house, Jiang Suilan always had a vague feeling. He asked the neighbors, and when he talked about the haunting, he couldn't hold back his heart.

Cultivators are not as taboo against ghosts as ordinary people, and there are also ghost cultivators in Jiuzhou.

Jiang Suilan sat up from the bed, opened the window, let in the cool night breeze for a while, put on a thin coat, and left the inn through the window.

Just out of intuition, he chose such a sneaky way.

It was already the third watch, and the street was not as lively as it was when it first fell into the night. It was so cold that there were only watchmen and patrols.Jiang Suilan walked towards the house with all kinds of feelings.

When we arrived at the place, the moonlight was just right, and although the yard was full of weeds, it actually showed a bit of vitality and tenderness under the moonlight.

Yun Pian Cake followed him every step of the way, and saw the man sitting on the front steps with him.

The man looked less than 30 years old, wearing a green shirt, his face was lifeless white, without shadows, and his whole body looked very pale, obviously inhuman.He has peach blossom eyes, thin lips, and when he is silent and lowered his eyes, he shows a bit of impatient indifference.Jiang Suilan stared at him blankly for a moment, and compared his eyes, he felt that his eyes were really similar, except that the end of his eyes drooped a little, like the curvature of Jiang Wei's almond eyes.

The man raised his head, his expression blank for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, he stood up, under Jiang Suilan's gaze, his eyes gradually turned red, his lips were murmured, and he couldn't say a word.

"Are you... Song Congdu?" Jiang Suilan asked shyly.

The man nodded, and after a while, he opened his mouth and said, "Yes."

His voice was a little hoarse and heavy, as if his nose was blocked by wind and cold.

The two looked at each other in silence for a moment, Song Congdu raised his hand, and stroked Jiang Suilan's eyebrows, eyes, nose, and lips lightly.He trembled a little, and said in a low voice, "You look very similar to Jiang Wei."

Jiang Suilan had a sore nose: "Really, I see that the portrait you drew doesn't seem very similar."

"Yes, almost exactly the same." Song Congdu said firmly.

Jiang Suilan looked at him.

Since he was conscious, he has lived in the study building and has no impression of his parents.At that time, there was an older brother who, like he did in Bicheng a while ago, taught children to read and played with them.Been there for many years.He told Jiang Suilan that he was picked up by Grandma Shu in Beiyuan.

In the freezing cold, he curled up in a small swaddling baby and cried loudly, and Grandma Shu picked him up.

Then grow up slowly.

Because there are many children of the same age around him, he actually has no shortage of friends, and everyone treats him well.

But the children in Bicheng all have fathers and mothers. Whether the parents have separated, traveled far, or are in seclusion, no matter what, the parents always exist.

But he didn't.

The people in the study building can't replace real parents and give Jiang Suilan the affection he longs for.

But now, he seemed to be able to reach out and touch what he had been looking forward to for many years.

Jiang Suilan almost blurted out to call Song Congdu his father.

But there were still things he didn't understand.

He asked Song Congdu: "Back then, were you the one who didn't want your father?"

Song Congdu was stunned for a moment: "Who said that?"

In an instant, he reacted: "Shen Ci?"

Now Jiang Suilan asked in confusion, "Who is Shen Ci?"

Song Congdu said: "The person who came with you today."

Jiang Suilan was startled: "His...is his name Shen Ci?"

"Yes," Song Congdu said, "He told you that? Said I don't want Jiang Wei?"

Jiang Suilan said yes in a low voice.

Song Congdu gritted his teeth and said, "He's a liar."

Song Congdu talked about what happened back then.

Jiang Wei came to Jizhou and met Song Congdu at sea.In Jizhou, Song Congdu was from a scholarly family, and his family originally wanted him to study as a Jinshi. Song Congdu performed well, and he was famous in his hometown at a very young age.Later, a monk from Pingzhou passed by here. He was good at fortune-telling. He glanced at Song Congdu and said that Song Congdu had a fatal fate.

To be precise, Song Congdu would become a catastrophe for others, and eventually he would also be caught.The solution is to stay in Jizhou for the rest of your life, and don't think about asking for immortality.

However, the so-called fate is that if you don't want to, it will push you to think about it.

When Song Congdu was in the weak crown, his father died in an accident, and his mother was seriously ill. Seeing that she was losing weight day by day, Song Congdu invited a doctor to see her. The doctor said that she was infected by evil spirits. Ask for medicine.The doctor reported the names of several sects, and the one closest to Jizhou was Xiaoyunlou in Yizhou.It just so happened that the medical practitioner had a friend in Xiaoyunlou, who could say a few words in front of the immortal in the building.

Song Congdu then drifted across the ocean.

After successfully taking the medicine and returning, he met Jiang Wei.

At that time Song Congdu had long forgotten the prophecy of the monk when he was a child.

When he was connected with Jiang Wei, the monk happened to pass by here again.

Seeing them, I can't stop sighing.

He pointed to the sky and said, the secrets of the heavens must not be revealed. I have already broken the precept, but unfortunately I have not been able to stop the destiny.

Song Congdu said in a low voice: "... At that time, his eyes stopped on Jiang Wei's lower abdomen for a moment, but he left without saying anything. I remembered what he said when I was a child, and put the prophecy of catastrophe Tell Jiang Wei, Jiang Wei and I laughed, saying that he is attacking the realm of transformation, he is indeed going to cross the catastrophe, maybe I am his love catastrophe."

But Jiang Wei also explained that the so-called love calamity means to love deeply and be hurt deeply, and the calamity can be broken through investigation.He smiled and said to Song Congdu: "You and I are so good, it is definitely not love. A monk who counts fortune is not always right, and there are also miscalculations, so don't worry about it."

Not two days after that, Jiang Wei found out that she was pregnant.After hesitating for a long time, he confessed the matter to Song Congdu.He trusted Song Congdu very much, and Song Congdu lived up to his trust.

They are all looking forward to the arrival of the child.

About five months later, Shen resigned.

With a white scale.

Song Congdu didn't know what Shen Ci said to Jiang Wei, but after talking with Jiang Wei, Jiang Wei suddenly said that he wanted to go back to Qizhou. "He said he was going home."

Jiang Suilan thought to himself, it seems that Jiang Wei still concealed from Song Congdu that he came out of Moyuan.

Jiang Wei never came back.

Jiang Wei didn't come back until the day they calculated that the child should be born.Song Congdu waited anxiously, and suddenly thought of the monk who told the fortune. He went to the doctor in a hurry. Although he couldn't find the monk who could tell the destiny, he found another one and asked him to tell Jiang Wei's whereabouts.The monk shook his head, only saying that there was no need to look for it again.

Song Congdu didn't believe it, so he overthrew his stall.

However, it didn't take long for Song Congdu to watch the jade slip that Jiang Wei left him, which represented his life and death, shatter.

"Before I had time to find Jiang Wei, I went to you," Song Congdu said, "Shen Ci suddenly appeared at the door of my house, looked at me with a strange expression, and said in a strange tone, 'You are not dead', and then he One wave of my hand, and I'm dead."

When Song Congdu woke up again, he was lying on the grass, becoming an invisible, weightless soul body—also known as a ghost.

He was in a daze for a while, and his mind was not clear during that time, he only knew that no one could destroy the good memories of him and Jiang Wei in this courtyard.

Later, he gradually became sober, and he looked at Jiang Wei who unfolded his paintings over and over again. He painted very well, and the paintings contained a little of Jiang Wei's essence, energy, and spirit, and occasionally had the illusion that he could still communicate with Jiang Wei.Slowly, he actually learned to practice.

He became a ghost cultivator, but he could only stay in this courtyard from the initial state, entry to the lost state.

"I was here when you and Shen Ci came yesterday," Song Congdu said, "I looked at you and Shen Ci, and I froze like a wooden man."

He smiled wryly and said: "Obviously I have thought about it for more than 100 years, if I can see Shen Ci, I will definitely kill him."

At first, the sky became darker and darker, darker and colder; gradually, the sky gradually brightened, and dewdrops condensed on the weeds in the yard.

Yun Pian Cake didn't know how many times she slept and woke up. When the sun was high above her head, Jiang Suilan had already called Song Congdu affectionately: "Father."

Then, just like 100 years ago, Shen Ci, or Wen Ci Liu—in short, Kuangyang Mozun came here.

He said, "I'm going to kill Song Congdu."

Song Congdu was far from Kuangyang's opponent.

He was lifted in the air, his soul and body flickered, obviously seriously injured.

Jiang Suilan told Kuang Yang to stop, but Kuang Yang didn't listen to him.

He panicked for a moment, then calmed down.Find a way, be calm.That was his father... Jiang Suilan felt that Song Congdu hadn't lied to him, and he experienced the family affection he longed for. In less than a day and night, he couldn't let Kuangyang kill Song Congdu.

After a quick turn in my mind, there are not even a handful of people who can be rescued in this situation, but only one.

Jiang Suilan didn't have time to think about it, his divine sense pulled out the jade pendant from the Qiankun bag, and crushed it suddenly.

For a moment, the world seemed to be silent.

Jiang Suilan stared at Song Congdu's almost invisible body, as if he had been waiting for a lifetime.

Until the wind and air in front of him were slightly distorted.

Yin Huaimeng's white clothes appeared in front of him, and he instantly recognized the situation. He plucked the qin with his fingertips, and the sound of the qin flew towards Kuang Yang. He was so angry that he cut off Kuang Yang's hand holding Song Congdu's throat.

The severed hands of Song Congdu and Kuang Yang fell to the ground at the same time.

Jiang Suilan rushed up and brought Song Congdu back to the shadow under the eaves.

However... However, Song Congdu's figure is still gradually fading irrevocably.

Jiang Suilan was in a daze, trying to grab Song Congdu's hand, but he couldn't stop the already thin weight from getting lighter and lighter.

Suddenly he realized.

The raging devilish energy was destroying Song Congdu.

"Master! Master!" Jiang Suilan yelled in fear, "Save him, save my father—"

Yin Huaimeng turned his head and leaned over to check Song Congdu's situation. He had just put his hand on Song Congdu's chest to drive away the wild demon energy for him, when suddenly the mountains shook, dark clouds overwhelmed the environment, and the ear-splitting dragon's chant resounded throughout the world.

The magic dragon came from the clouds, and its pitch-black and silvery claws pierced Yin Huaimeng's heart like lightning.